there’s a scar on my skin 

from the places i’ve been

and the times that i didn’t protect me.

it’s rough to the touch,

i don’t think on it much

until i trace the line of the inseam.

that’s how it can go,

in the time that you grow

your fingers will feel what was healed.

the pain will come back

just to knock you off track

when you know memories should be sealed.

there’s a scar on my heart

from falling apart

and i let myself under my skin.

the moment gone in a flash,

and the scar; it may last,

but i know it won’t open again.