some people are scarred
beyond the point of starting newthe point of loving someoneEVER again
I know you can not love me.some people are scarredfrom their childhoodfrom their actions & choicesfrom the people they lovepeople they hateALL people are scarred
No one can.
That I know by now.
Not because of your scars,
but because of mine.
So, just tell the truth,
when I ask your heart.
Simply tell me that you feel like spewing,
when you see my scales,
the snakes of anger hanging around me.
Tell me you despise me
for being deflowered.
Tell me, with honesty you'd rather
be stoned
than love me!
I'm not a fool!
I know, scars are scars, after all;
they are just marks.
Left alone, scars don't hurt.
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