Again

If you’ve seen my scars you might be able to count how many times I’ve been in love.

Invisible to the eye but wound deep inside my heart. How high can you count before you lose your place?

I can tell you the look on your face was mine every time I fell in love.

Again, and again, like it was the first time again. Trying to heal my scars with men and mend. I bend and bend again and again. When will it end?

My darling I beg you, please keep beating. I need you.

I promise to not stop counting, again.

Published by vivalamilliee

I am a resilient spiritual creative

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