I lay beside you listening to your heart
as you trace the lines on my arms.
I see the sadness in your eyes at every start,
of the lines that let me free yet also harms.

You start to cry and I feel so ashamed,
I hurt you again by doing this before you.
I turn my head and pull my arm but you stop me,
you look in my eyes as i look in yours.

The gaze I held was full of love,
my eyes looked away first to the floor.
He pulled my chin back to look at him above,
and all I want was to run to the door.

I looked back into his deep eyes
and he said "Baby I'm not mad or upset,
I love you and I just hope you relise...
that you dont have to do this again."

Holding up my arm all I could do was watch
as he kissed scar after scar and to wonder
what it felt like to kiss a scar.