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…