Short Poems

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You asked to see my scars, so I showed you my wrists, thighs, and hips.

But then I whispered, "those are just the ones on the surface."

And you asked what I meant by that, and I told you about all of the scars left on my heart.

And you replied, "those were the ones I saw first, and that's why I'm here to try to fix it."

- l.t.n