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Scars and Stitches
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Very Old. The stitches are re-open and the scars more noticble.
Everyday adds a new stitch.
More blood in holding him then she thought.
Wanting,
Needing,
Dieing.
I don't think he actually knows he means something to her.
Me,
You.
Wanting to hold him.
He pushes away,though does he need her like she needs him?
Please.
Do you need me?
I see my tears turn to scars.
Please.
No more do i need the stitches, say you love me.
Once again,you've managed to put not only the feelings of yourself but also my feelings into words too.I love it!....so great poem.