Lover, love hard…

Painful to touch,

These scars and tears.

Dried up, and rough.

Makes others stare.

I smile because they don’t know, that these are what made me a man.

I don’t give a damn –

How ugly and painfully bad I look.

These scars and tears,

Tells a story of years,

Of so much pain, misery, confusion, hurt, loneliness, sadness, madness, depression, lessons, happiness, growth, so, much – life.

So much life lived in twenty one years.

These scars and tears…

I’m more ready, for any kind of war, than I have ever been in my entire life of existence.

In this instance, pain does not even seem numb.

I don’t even know pain anymore, it doesn’t affect me.

I have Jesus, and he will never neglect me.

As my parents have.

As my lovers have.

As my friends have.

As those that say that they would never leave.

I have at least this one trick up my sleeve!

I love hard, and if you cannot take my heart. Then scurry, go! Run along.

I am the mad lover, singing to his own beat of his drums…