Wounds sealed,

though never truly healed -

Keloids hide deep voids

of a truth we shield

Blood sweats

from the tears of hearts torn -

Bandaged in bondage,

by sleeves where the heart’s worn

Etched into cardiac muscle -

So when the pain beats loudest,

May these scars be the muzzle

To silence the sorrow —

Of knowing we have no future together,

Yet I’ll be reminded of that again tomorrow

Picked at the scabs,

Till no love was left to grab -

Now these raised blemishes,

Are the only way I reminisce on the love we once had.