see these scars?
they're mine to show.
mine to remember,
mine to linger upon.

These scars are my
past
present
future.

these scars?
these scars are from a time
a time long past.

the pain?
I felt nothing.
just a pinch
and blood.
red
dripping
the unfortunate proof I'm still alive.

Now that the numbness is gone,
and the warmth has returned to my body,
I'm still not whole.
my life will go on-
I hope,
my world will keep on turning-
I pray.

but then-
now-
there's a boy
like me.
he understands.
we talk.
it's perfect.

the ink from my pen will flow,
flow on and on
when I write of him,
my pen never ends.