My First Scar

Maybe I’m so angry at you

because you remind me of him.

And I’m mad at myself for being the fool yet again

for not valuing myself like I deserve.

But it’s easier to blame you than to face myself

I can just leave you instead of fixing me

I was so innocent and open

when his dismissal slashed through me.

Poke the scar just right with your condescending tone

and it still pulses like it’s alive.

-June 2017

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