Each

and every

mark

was chiseled

by

want and loss.

I

often wonder

why

I laugh and cry

and

some days remember

the

reason I scrape at scabs,

like

healing hurts

more

than never letting go.

It

is a part of me now.

I

will never forget

though

often I try.

It

is harder to forget

than

to heal my scars,

some

self inflicted,

and

others there because

I’m

just addicted.