I KEEP THIS SCAR FOR HIM
I'll keep this scar for him
And stash it far away
Until it bleeds again
I'll tell him
Nor, Im not hurt
It was just a few tears
All the cuts made by his gems
If I tell him these scars
Were there long before his absence
It would mean
Not him but them
Nonetheless
One day
I'll tear all these scars
And show him the wound
Maybe then he will understand
For he could not afford
To count each scar
and every tear that I bore
If he were to count them
One by one
The cut, the bruise and the wound
It will sink deeper
And he'll miss
Counting them
