I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Monday, December 15, 2008
The Scars You Love
There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favourite.
There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favourite.
Please stop when you can no longer remember why you started.
ReplyDeletePlease stop reading it when you no longer enjoy it.
ReplyDeleteMaybe because love has to hurt sometimes... I need to get over you, I have to.
ReplyDeleteno, no, no. i didn't mean that. i really like what you write. i think you're amazing.
ReplyDeletelove this.
ReplyDeletelove this.
ReplyDeleteForgive my confusion and thank you :)
ReplyDeleteit's as if you can read my mind. you put words to the feelings inside me when i can't. thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteThe bruise on my shin was worth it. I almost wish it hadn't gone away.
ReplyDeleteMore than just my favourite way to bleed, you are the wounds I wish will never heal.
ReplyDeleteI'm not ashamed of the scars on my ribs or hipbones.
ReplyDeletei often wish you left a mark...:(
ReplyDeleteIt feels as though you have skinned me alive, and I'm enjoying the agony.
ReplyDeleteI wish you didn't have to bleed.
ReplyDeleteYou will no longer have to bleed if only you stayed. Cause I will never leave you.
ReplyDeletehow fitting...
ReplyDeleteWithin the darkness ● scars do not exist..
ReplyDelete