I want to kiss her scars
To do her no harm
To brush my lips against
Those lines on her skin
Where she dug the knife in
Releasing all the pent up emotion
I just want to hold her in my arms tight
So that she will stop the fight; the war
Against herself
Stop tearing at her soul and skin
Stop letting the voices in her head win
To hold her tight, to give in
To give in to the warmth
Of someone else's scarred skin
Who knows the feeling of being marred; broken
By someone else's hand or fucking opinion
I want to kiss your scars
I’ll be as gentle as I can
And even if you squirm
Please know that I understand
I just want to bring some sort of healing
A new memory; anything
And baby, one more thing
Just remember, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
And I’m beholding.
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