The Scar

Standing here,

Wondering where you are,

I look down at my heart

And notice a scar.

 

I hadn’t seen it before,

Or maybe I did.

Chances are

I was just trying to forget

 

That you had left me

And broken my heart.

You stabbed it, mutilated it,

Tore it apart.

 

So, now here I stand,

Staring up at the stars.

You’re gone and the only memory I have left

Is this disgusting scar.

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel25May2007