Seek

Seek.

Seeking you.

Seeking your love. 

Seeking your touch. 

Your touch.

Might be what hurts the most. 

Running over my scars.

Opening up my wounds. Only to create more.

That's when I feel you with me the most.

And that's the root of it all.

That you get me. That you love me. That you accept me.

But not just for who I am right now.

But for who I was. But for who I will be.

You don't feel my scars. You are.

Healing.

You declare war over me. Over my pain. 

Willing to inflict suffering on your own skin.

To bandage mine.

And when you do.

My touch will run over your scars.

And in that moment, all I can do.

Is hope.

Hope.

That you will feel me. With you.

And seek my love.

In your times of darkness. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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