you told me to love all of my scars,
that they are victory marks
from all the battles I've overcome in my life.
that they are meaningful, beautiful,
every cut and every mark has its own story,
they mould me into who I am today.
because of you, I slowly learn to
embrace them, one by one; kiss them all,
now I cherish every single one of them; I love them all.
even when you, my dearest one, have begun to
add new ones - onto my face, my body -
into my collection.

i couldn't bring myself to look you in the eye
that last night we spent together.

i couldn't bring myself to touch your flesh
knowing that tomorrow, you'd disappear.

you kissed me between the eyes,
as if you were drunk again
groping my body
as if i were your property.

never again, will i be

i want to say i hate you for hurting me
but we both know that's not true

when will you finally remember?