Years ago your loved was a hidden piercing;
pink and fun to play with.
I allowed you to puncture flesh
and set yourself up a nice cozy home,
you were my welcomed guest;
I your graceful host.
I had to remove you from my life.
The love was short term – part time,
not a clear vacancy in sight.
And I played with the scar you left
till it left and I forgot that loving you cost me.
Today I allowed you to be imprinted
blood, skin and pain as a bold and italicized
expression of my never failing love for you.
And nobody gets it,
and I don’t know how to explain
why I needed to let your love scar me.
You ask me why and I can only respond,
I needed it, like how you crave the air you breathe,
I needed it, to survive, to prove that my life goes on,
I needed it; you.
And it’s not often I use a second person,
The second person to address
my innermost thoughts and wants and fears and dreams.
I’m finally awake,
finally open to myself, my truth and loving me.
Be Kind and Share…