Don't save me, not tonight
I have a little scar or maybe two.
I have it trapped in clothes and a human derma,
right across my beating heart.
Right there, where my blood is born,
I have scars- black and severe, living and dead.
Scars that have lived through summers,
blizards, autumns and silences.
Scars that have seen me rain and snow.
Scars that have conversed with a soul within
my soul, the existence within my existence.
I ain't for charity. I never was.
I will wear each scar with immense pride.
Let me crown myself in raw pain and desire for a dynamic eternity loving myself a little more
and hating myself a little less for each scar.
I am drowning!
Drowning fast and slow, head and feet
in random self-realization.
I am in love. Don't save me.
I am in hopeless love with my inner demon.
Let me kiss her right,
just once tonight.