Scars

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More than wounds—I couldn’t take any more scars. You make me feel unloved. And I don’t know why that doesn’t hurt me, yet scars appear out of nowhere. Maybe I’m just sick of loving you. Maybe it’s best to live the lonely life I once lived before I met you. Because there I’m the only one who can scar myself. And no one can stop me from scaring myself. Not even you.

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