Your Scars

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