My Scars

I guess I love my scars more now
The scars that seep with pains
The scars that I dip with paints
The scars that remind me again and again
that I’m not worthy of love
The scars that haunt me again and again
that I’m not worthy of care

You say you don’t care about me
But still, why do I keep caring about you like crazy?
You say I never mattered to you
But still, why do you matter to me like crazy?

The scars you stab deep into my soul
The scars that bleed deep into my kohl
The scars that scream out loud
The scars that cry out loud

The scars that keep hoping and hoping
That one day, one dawn will come
When you will love me with my scars
When you will care about my scars

But the scars smirk and let out a sigh
Failing again and again
Trying in vain to teach me
That you will never love me
That you will never care about me

I guess I love my scars more now
For my scars always spoke the truth!

Eivine

Hi! I’m Eivine, a writer who loves to prance around with words! Writing had been my ultimate passion ever since I learned to hold my pencil in the toddler days. Being a single child who didn’t have the luxury of YouTube, cartoons and video games of the present generation, my besties for life where books! My mother was the one who introduced me to the fantastic world of words that wove tales and poetry. One day when she returned from work, she had a big book in her hand. It was Enid Blyton’s “The Naughtiest Girl In The School.” I took it awestruck and asked her how I’m going to finish reading such a big book. She asked me to try it once and to both her and my surprise, I finished reading it in a stretch without even taking a break. That was my first step into the world of books, words, reading, and writing.