~Scab~
Nobody likes to feel like a scab,
a replacement for the permanent fixture,
as easily thrown away and discarded
as an old, torn and crumpled picture.
I don’t feel like this with you,
except all the qualifications are there.
I’m a convenience and a shoulder
and you know how much I care.
Yet I still don’t resent your face,
your eyes, your smile, and round nose
because I know you truly care about me
but in which way, your heart only knows.
I need more than just a glimpse;
I need your heart in whole:
the smell of your hair, the touch of your skin,
the kiss of your lips, the mate to your soul.
Take away one of these,
I would never feel complete.
You would need to feel the same
and be ready to step into the heat.
Getting burned is a part of life
and I would be there to cool your pains
but without jumping into the fire
how is one to gain?
Once again, this is me telling you how I feel,
my dream for you opening another door.
Will it be another scab on your heart or will it begin to heal the sore?
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