My scars have fully faded.
My arm looks like it did before you were in my life and I hate it.
It feels like nothing ever happened. There's no sign of your presence anymore.
While you were still here I didn't like them. I was ashamed but now that you're gone I tried to keep them to make myself feel more at home.
To make it feel like you're still alive.
I wanted them to heal with me together.
But now they're gone and I'm still an open wound.
I never thought it would hurt this much to lose.
But now I'm here, crying over non-existend scars and hating myself for not getting them tattooed before they faded.
Because now there's not a single sign of your faded existence anymore.
Now there's no proof for my sadness anymore.
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Tales from my heart
PoetryThis will be a collection of lessons I learnt, poems I wrote and just some random thoughts I had. I'm from Germany so my English isn't the best but I'll try to make little to no spelling mistakes :] I also don't know how to use commas correctly so I...
