Fading (repost)

I wrote fading a while back and didn't publish it- considering I've changed the title of this blog to the "Encyclopedia of Growing Pains", I figured this would be a wholly suitable post.

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The wounds have closed, and they heal.

They heal faster than I would deem natural, but maybe it's because
I'd lost faith early.

The scars will adorn my arms like bangles,
gripping the skin and reminding me
of soft touch,
and kinder words.

leaving me ever with your presence.

Say less for my heart
shredded, but barely clinging on
to positivity and love,

pray care you, of me.
Once upon a time.
when your breath was nearer to my skin and your presence
at bed foot.

The quiet is a lonely quiet.
and yet quiet is all I need to let these scars

fade.