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“This scar, this one right here, this one is for you: for my hate and pain and even remorse. This scar symbolizes everything I hate about you. But this scar is also for something else. This scar shows every attempt I had to trust you, to talk to you. Every time I wanted to say I word, I said it right there.”
You continue to stare, unsure of what to say. I see your lips move, but no words come out. A grin comes to my face; I can see the confusion in your eyes. I pull off my shirt and press my left breast against the glass. A heart-shaped crevice is drawn deep into my flesh: fresh, beat red and swollen across my chest.
“This scar, on the other hand, is for no one, it is the scar of my dreams, the scar of love. Every night I meet the same girl, her beauty and love fills me with a hope, a hope I lost long ago. She can help me; she can make me feel better. Though my scars my never fully heal, I might.”
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Posted by RomeosMadWorld on 2008-04-03 08:30:00 | Rating: | Views: 109
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i took a year mostly off blogging to do radioi... now that I am back, it is cool to have discovered a dark poet like myself. john scott ridgway will google up my books and sh
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Posted by johnnypain1
on 2008-04-04 18:30:34
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I really felt the words carve through my flesh and in my heart..
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Posted by dea0914
on 2008-09-08 10:24:36
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