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.