If my body was covered in bruises
the pain I’ve endured would be evident.
But scars on my heart are easier to ignore.
Until the next time I feel a hand around my waist.
And then I can forget,
the memories I thought would fade.
When I let you have your way,
regardless of what made sense to my brain.
Without you I felt lost
and with you pain.
But darkness is better than nothing,
or so I thought,
until I realized scars never actually go away.
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