Scarred

*When you’re just sick of things, but someone comes to mind and they make you feel better. They don’t even know how much they affect you. You never want to lose them. They complete you, and you don’t know if you do the same for them.*

 

I give up.

That’s okay sometimes.

Sometimes things don’t work out.

Sometimes it’s not meant to be.

But that’s not why I feel like this.

I look around and I see so much.

I wonder why I don’t have what they have.

What is it?

In some cases, I am better.

I have the persona.

It’s just buried and scarred.

In some cases, I have the looks.

They’re just as scarred.

Scarred like the rest of me.

Scars bury me from inside out.

But that’s still not why I feel like this.

It’s not me, it’s you.

When you don’t see the way I feel.

When you don’t see what you mean to me.

When my feelings stay buried.

And I stay scared.

Scared and scarred.

Once bitten, twice shy.

When you look to me, do you really see?

How I want to be the one.

How I want to make you feel.

How I want to fulfill you.

The ways you reach me.

You bring me from the depths.

You raise me through the scars.

You’re perfect.

Even if you don’t see it, that’s all you ever are.

It’s all you’ve ever been.

Heaven sent you for nights like this.

Nights when I’m broken.

Nights like my roughest.

When I want to collapse.

You don’t let me.

You save the tears from my face.

You are the blood in my veins.

You are the spark that makes me run.

You are the one I’m too scared to lose.

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