My shitty poetry diary

Scars you left that linger

The linoleum under my feet fell through again
My shoulders feel heavy, and creased from your unsolicited touch.
Something I tried to scrub off but couldn't quite rush
Time heals, time grows
If that's true, why does your touch still linger and flood my skin with melancholia?
Time never healed the scars your cruel fingertips left.

This one is so so personal to me, I hope it makes sense. 🤧💗