I ran a finger across your face and counted your acne scars
And you told me how tardy you were as a boy
I told you puberty was kind to me and you made a low growl
Murmuring, 'Ooh, I hate you...', while I landed a kiss on your cheeks
I asked you about that scar under your chin
'Cos I got one too but I've forgotten how I got it
And you said, 'Skateboard. Miscalculation. Fell face down.'
I kissed you there too
I showed you the almost invisible scar on my brow
And told you about the fun I had
'Souvenir,' I said, 'for not conforming to what society thinks a girl should be'
You laughed and said you'd love to meet the 15 year old me
I touched the scar line across the side of your thighs
That goes up to the side of your ribs
And you said, 'these hurt so bad. Always, always be properly geared for a dirt bike ride'
I imagined you vulnerable and needing care
And felt sorry I wasn't there
We spent the night counting scars
You had so many while I had few to share
I fell deeper for your scars because they brought me to places where you once were
And as I got lost in your history
I failed to notice you carving away at my heart
To leave a scar I now have to live with...
=TheUnintended=
7 October 2015
