Like a band aid, I fixed your shattered heart.

Like a band aid, I stuck too much
and now, I just want to be the scar.

Unlike the band aid, I can leave without opening your healing wounds.

And I also get to stay.

The wound grows old to become a memory, while the memory grows deep to become a wound!

Every scar, every wound
every bruise, every lie
your battle scars

She came to me willingly
My heart fastened suddenly
I thought she forgot about me
I replied her carefully
We talked a lot about those years
But I didn't mention my tears
I didn't tell about my eternal fears
Talking to her was like living a memory
Sadly I was beginning a new misery
We spoke for a week
At the end she left  me so weak
I had the same wound for twice
I wish I could heal at any price
She told me about her engagement
My heart was again killed
My soul with sorrow is again filled
Why did you come to me?
Why did you make my life worse?
This time would be an eternal curse

let go of the things not meant for you,
but hold on tightly to the things that are.
allow yourself to feel the pain when your heart biffs it,
but don’t let the pain hinder your growth.
you are an open wound.

the rain will sting.
but the blood will always wash away.

I inherited my mothers lost tongue...
when she dropped it, i
picked it up.
in it, i found both her
fire, and her hidden words.

i inherited my father's bitter wounds;  
every time one opened up,
a piece of me grew to douse it
in alcohol, and
in tears.

i was given both a lock and a key,
and the need to stitch things
Closed.

So in this moment I've caused my own wounds,
Didn't think or hold truth still.
My abhorrence is in my demise,
Time to let go of the disguise.
And begin to prove myself true,
Cause out of all the while and out everything my idiocy will lose you.
So time to step up myself and prove my mettle,
In hope for future stakes too.
Or otherwise face a darkened road,
Continuing on with this unbearable questionable load.
And face myself alone,
Like I always do.