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Love Scars
Poetry Sunday
I always knew I would hurt you
I could feel it in my hungry heart
that yours was too full
of love for me, leaking
from my eyes I couldn’t believe
I couldn’t be ready
to accept you, to accept us
in the way that you were
confident and safe beyond our years
everything I could have wanted
and I wanted to want you then
so you waited —
I told you I would
hurt your heart in ways that only
naivety can mourn.
I was too wild for you to hold me
when I turned to fire beneath your love
I knew that I would be the one
left with all the scars.