by Mayv 'SpearBourne' Amaia

Created on: February 16, 2010   Last Updated: April 27, 2012

There are marks upon my skin,
Pale reminders of days gone by.

The bleeding was staunched long ago,
But to claim they no longer hurt would be a lie.

Suffering caused by cruel hands,
By one who then swore he loved me.

If that were true and he really did,
How in the world could he so wound me?

But the scars that hurt the worst
Are the kind that you can't see.

The wounds that cut the deepest
No bandage or soothing balm can reach.

From his lips, once soft with love,
Harsh words and insults flung

Made him cold and grotesque,
That sting can never be undone.

Hollow words meant nothing, just more empty lies.

Broken promises and broken heart
Were all he ever gave me.

Now I am free,
I ended the cycle of his abuse,

Yet these scars,
As painful reminders,
Still serve some use.

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