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Kairi Mar 2021
No one is perfect
Not even moon and stars
With all my heart and soul
Baby I'm in love with your scars

I know you've some fears
But I've them too
Even with our differences
I'll always love you

I don't have
Anything of my own
But I know for sure
you feel like home

So stay by side
And let me have you all
I love you more
Every spring and every fall

Some sharings are beautiful
Just like our scars
No one is perfect dear
Not even moon and stars...
Ronin Mar 2021
your words
spin out of control
like the car she was in,

and your words
crash into me
like i'm the garage;
and your words
the car she was in,

and your words
leave scars on my body
like the aftermath
of their words
did;
"that crash,
it was the car she was in."
i love you, kiet.
Ashlyn Yoshida Mar 2021
They're voices hit me
like hardened citrus
Thrown at my curled body on the floor

their laughter is hurting me
their smiles are my scars

Band-aids and mocking
inside I'm breaking
everyone else loves me the way I am
so why can't they?
when school is bad you go home when home is bad where do you go?
noor Mar 2021
i was
falling in love
but love is blind
and blurs our vision
because eventually we all
fall off the high clouds that love brings us to
and we are always left with scars
that will bleed
until someone else
decides to bandage me up
and bring me back
to those
high, high clouds.
Alice Baker Mar 2021
Dear self,
Tonight is hard.  
You are being flooded
By intrusive memories,
And your mind is muddled
With self doubt and destruction.
Vices beckon
Like skeletons dressed as old friends
And the emotional scars
Sting just as much as the physical ones.

Sweet girl,
You are tracing old marks
In your skin
Please
Do not repave them.
Remember all the times like these?
Consumed by darkness that
Eclipses the sun itself.
How many times have you crawled out
Of the trenches?

My darling dear,
Do not doubt your resilience.
We both know that
Tomorrow will come
And while I cannot promise it
Will be brighter,
It will still be new.
Today I logged on for the first time in nearly 3 years. I’ve been going through an incredibly difficult time lately, and I stumbled across a piece I wrote in 2016 titled “Something New” I’m so grateful I did, as it brought on the motivation to write again for the first time in what feels like forever.

This is the revised version, 5 years later. I made it a new post because I feel I am a different person today, and I wanted to have a record of my progress.

Thank you for reading, here’s the link to the original:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1569459/something-new/
Jason Michie Mar 2021
2BH
Expecting my hands to be soft,

Is understandable,

Not seeing the scars there,

That's classic.
© 03/08/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Preet Mar 2021
A little bird in the cage,
A cage with invisible bars
getting dense with every passing second,
The more she tries to free herself, the more it bites on her skin,
leaving scars, imprinting her mind and soul,
The cage has thorn around it,
Getting sharpen with every edgy spell of her kinship
The more they do, the more sharp are the thorns,
the more they cut, the heavier she bleeds.
The more they misinterpret her shrieks,
The more her wings get shattered.
A helpless little bird in the cage,
Lies in the pool of her blood,
Trying to get out of unbreakable rage.
Molly Shewan Mar 2021
oo whoever stole my happiness
I wanted to leave you a note
You see the sun has now stopped shining
The flowers refuse to grow

Too whoever robbed my happiness
My body wont ever look the same
I have no way to let this melancholy feeling out
And feel I deserve this pain

Too whoever thieved my happiness
The fog was my only silence
It enveloped me in the only love i know
The love that resembled violence

Too whoever swindled my happiness
I'm hanging on by a thread
For if you take this last piece away
I'm good for nothing but death
nothing but sadness
Molly Shewan Mar 2021
Your name still stings my tongue
Like an early morning coffee
These mornings feel more difficult to overcome
Most days i stay in bed
Nursing my battle scars from the night before
I cant remember a time when it didn't sting to shower
As i think of you
A gentle teardrop rolls silently down my face
Im left to think
When did it all go wrong
:(
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