Scar Tissue

Sometimes you hold my heart so tenderly,

gently cradling it in your hands,

like a butterfly.

 

Sometimes you aren’t gentle at all~

grabbing, twisting and squeezing it roughly,

until drops of my blood cover your hands.

 

You cry out in shame,

because my pain has become your pain.

 

Slowly release your heavy hold,

kiss away my fresh wounds,

while ignoring the scars

you’ve left behind.

© annettealaine-2013
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