Lift up my shirt and see the faded patterns
traced upon my sides
down to my knees they travel;
the faint reminder of the years
when I never smiled out of joy.
Trace the broken pattern of a cut out heart;
I was foolish,
I wanted nothing more than love
and in the end it just left me more cuts to trace in later days.
Everything I’ve regretted is visible,
but only to the ones that end up causing them.