
The scars we carry
need not define us;
a single stroke of honesty
can make—or break—
a masterpiece
like you.
Tell me,
how deep
did they cut?
I’m not like the others—
I won’t let your heart
bleed out.

The scars we carry
need not define us;
a single stroke of honesty
can make—or break—
a masterpiece
like you.
Tell me,
how deep
did they cut?
I’m not like the others—
I won’t let your heart
bleed out.