Cut Me, Softly

Memory dissipates but the

Essence remains –

Your eyes,

Your smile.

Proving themselves joyful scars

I observe often.

I didn’t know I was open

When you looked at me,

But I bled out love and

It was warm.

There’s more to be had.

Cut me again.

Be my closest friend.

And we can kiss each other’s wounds

We inflicted by existing,

And the scars would be scars of

Becoming who we were made to be.