you're not ugly like they are

You remind me of the

cigarette burns that spot my back,

like welted constellations.

The introduction of you into my life

was abrupt and unforeseen.

Months passed and your mark on me

was still as fresh as it was 

in the beginning.

There'll be a permanent scar

on my heavily

weathered hide.

But unlike

the butt burns from my Father,

your marks are a welcome sight.

Author's Note

The truth hurts