There's a faded scar on my right shoulder
from three summers ago,
two more on my left from this winter.
One on my chin from the pavement
that got the better of an 8 year old
who couldn't say "no",
and another on my wrist
to remind me that metal detectors
no longer find me empty.
It's alright that you left,
but please don't act
like I'll just be okay again.
I don't heal well,
never have.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
There's a faded scar on my right shoulder
from three summers ago,
two more on my left from this winter.
One on my chin from the pavement
that got the better of an 8 year old
who couldn't say "no",
and another on my wrist
to remind me that metal detectors
no longer find me empty.
It's alright that you left,
but please don't act
like I'll just be okay again.
I don't heal well,
never have.
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