The scars I gave you.A Poem by Poetic_VixenDid I have to have my softness served to harden my skin?
These memories are vengeful mirrors
facing my grieving countenance, with the one smiling in her true sense, mocking me with it, something I unlearned through seasons passing by with time's blur. I don't meet my past self very fair, I envy her for living love without fear even if it meant for a little while, while she accuses me for not protecting her enough, for always being too late to realise. Being on time has never really been my forte. There aren't scars on her skin...yet, and so she doesn't question mine, doesn't even ask why they haven't healed yet, else she'd know the ordeal I go through each day facing them, tending them, stitch by stitch, sealing them with tears, their pain brings. She'd soften, even offer me her forgiveness, but I know it better, the wounds I have yielded simply won't erase from my memory, despite they dissolve in my skin, so will be their memory, growing a branch inside my being bearing rotten fruits of insecurities I savour on the bitterness of quite well these days already. © 2025 Poetic_VixenAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on June 23, 2025 Last Updated on June 23, 2025 AuthorPoetic_VixenIndiaAboutI'm an ardent lover hidden within the deep confines of my maturity, a lover of poetry and expressing deep meanings in the most mundane observations. Clearing out the mist crowding my soul and peekin.. more.. |

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