whenever I meet someone new, I inevitably check their limbs for scars.
they are almost always there, some solitary little wisps, some like a cross-hatching, a pattern, a score...
...and I find that the stories written there are irresistible, and the wounds run deeper than I can kiss.
I always fall for the broken ones, whose scars travel further than I've ever been.
August 10, 2015
I started with the last line a long time ago, and it's been flitting around in my head, with the rest of the words just out of reach. It finally made sense tonight.
