Over my scars, I wrote your name
You shrouded them and eased the pain
For me your embrace felt like home
A special place I thought I own.

But then the warmth I knew is fading
You are now a scar in the making
Every letter of your name I have written
They all pierced through my skin, now I'm bleeding.

©kg

There will come a day,
when they will no longer be,
your first thought in the morning,
or keep you up at night.

But while they are,
you mustn't be so ******* yourself,
or rush to heal the wounds.
Our hearts live on with scars,
which run deep scars,
on our human meat.

But you don't have to force them to close,
if you are not ready.

No one notices your scars as you do,
how deep they run, every little twist and turn on your skin

No one else will carry your scars the way you do,
how you hide them so perfectly, to never see the light of day

No one will know how the scars came about,
how you **** a little part of yourself every night, just to feel alive

No matter how many fingers run across your scars,
They will never fully understand your pain, the journey that you took

No one will know your pain as you do and that's okay-
You know what you feel, and no one can take your strength away

But no one else will start your recovery but you.

Shattered glass on marble sand,
I feel heat spread on my palm.
Like tiger stripes to the beat of a,
Foreboding distant death psalm.
Enforcement of an oblivious executioner,
Unloving of a careful dawn.
My heart, my soul, my love isn't for me,
It's for something I can't act upon.

Wounds may heal
But scars are left behind
The pain is unreal
Not all of us have a heart of steel
No matter how much we try to conceal it
We can still feel it
~28/3/21