I kept wondering why you’re always filled with fresh scars
so often?
you bleed and I bandage the wound
peck the pain away
and there comes more
and I do it again
peck the wounds
and there comes more
until there was no patch of skin left to peck
until I’ve come to know
that my lips were like broken glass
my skin jagged
and that I
was the source
of your
scars

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