Marked

I’m engraved into you,

As a scar below your skin,

I am no match for the stitches

You try and use to sew me shut.

They are only temporary,

And clearly I am not.

I cut deeper than what is visible,

On the surface.

The wound you’re left of me

Will never heal.

Not completely,

Only enough for you to forget,

For a while.

I will itch,

You will scratch,

But that only makes it worse.

You will bleed,

And once again I’ve reopened.

But you’ll always feel me there,

When it rains,

I may throb.

In the sun,

It’s subconscious.

Run your hands over me,

You can feel the imprint,

In more places than one.

You’re tainted.

I’m your biggest fault.

So cover me,

Hide me,

Imagine I’m not there.

That’s okay.

I understand.

So long as you’re aware,

At the end of the day,

When all is said and done,

I’ll still be etched into you,

And you, to me.