Lover, Our Scars~Poem
 

Twisted, I missed you, and I hate you so much
But my hunger, desire, confirmed by your touch
So cold, so sharp, but I love your embrace
I loathe that I love our discolored lace
My claims that I am better off without you
Shred like the skin that let’s my colors bleed through
That metaphor we made is still beautiful to me
Tragic, pitiful, shameful, in the least
I can’t say I’m proud to wear your crest
These are marks of a traitor across my chest
But you satisfy my masochism, still
The thought of you, your kiss, gives me chills
So I’ll give in to temptation, just this once
And hide you away again for another three months

Good use of personification with scars and the love hate relationship that people often have with them.

Sophie.x

Wow- powerful words!!! You paint an image so easy to see and I really like your writing style. There's something beautifully old-fashioned in it

that's so pretty and i relate to it a lot, good job.

Thank you all much, I appreciate the reviews :)

I love it. Totally accurate. I used to be proud. Not in the way most people thought I was proud, but in a sick way I was just happy I finally had a means to cope. I knew it was wrong, but it "worked." Again, love it. Thank you for posting.