I like your scars because they tell me the
stories you’re too afraid to
I see you!
I catch you staring at me.
Opening your mouth to speak
But instead, bowing your head, slumping
your shoulders and turning away.
Your scars tell me about the thoughts
that consume you,
That little voice that has convinced you,
That if you told me your secrets, I’d leave you…
Can’t you tell?
I like your scars…
They’re honest and true,
Because of them,
I can truly see you.
You try to hide them from me,
Cover them up with a smile and a joke,
When you feel like I’m getting to close,
How quickly, those same scars,
My only window to your heart,
Everyone has scars,
Are the most beautiful I’ve seen.