I regret,
I never licked it with my dirty tongue
Or traced my soft fingers along the jagged edges
Of that awkward scar
You remained,
All shadows and controversy,
As I stumbled into uncertainty
On that fateful night
I begged,
And you withdrew as my flesh burned
Covered my face with you large hands
Ashes still linger
You healed,
My open wounds still bubble and fester
They may never mend or look as glorious
As your lovely scar
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