You left a scar and every time I'm reminded of you, my stitches re-open Thank you, for letting me go For not letting me come back to you I begged for your return not knowing what I was wishing for You're bad for me Even if I love you Even if you hurt me time … Continue reading Scar’s



Sometimes I close my eyes reminiscing the way your thumb would rub along the side of my ribs, tracing the imprinted ink in admiration. J. Saunders Second Chances, page 173 Available for purchase under book shop!