Wednesday, December 14, 2011

S for Scars


Somehow when he left you,
you can totally forget him,
but the fear to fall in love again remains.

We call them, scars.

I bet you forgot to bring along your scars.
I am suffering,
but thanks.
Because at least I don't have to decide now.

I hate you,
jars of hearts.

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