Burnt (Scars)

My skin is my own,

Part of my story,

A home for my tears.

Keeper of my pain,

Scars that I won't forget,

Even when they fade.

Lingering deeper than my shade,

Maybe I shouldn't have used toothpaste on that pimple...

Or prevented that cut.

When others have left,

It's still here--

To remind me of by beauty.

Everlasting and defiant,

Seen past these scars,

Making them it's own.

Slaying the negative connotation,

Just buds in my garden.

My tone adds to my mystery,

Curiosity is eager to explore my depths,

It's part of my charm.

Shoe Laces

I want to be happy without complications,
Exhausted from waiting for the other shoe to drop,
The constant sound of disappointment.

When did the dynamics change --
In your favor,
Instead of ours?

Is this the price of walking away?
Relive your sins,
No escape.

Maybe in another life,
I won't leave for less,
I just assumed I learned my lesson.