Scars

My scars remind me I'm alive

A suit of broken glass that keeps me standing

Through the night, my heart reminds me

I would die, if you would write me the right ending

And every day I bleed for this need to live

A collection of embers in your head

A thought to burn deep in your dreams

A lover to bury in your garden

So stain my hands, and take me in

Make me and break me beneath your skin

My scars remind me where I've been

Marked and martyred by your kiss

My poison, my victim, my beginning and end

My heaviest dreams lifted by malicious hands

My scars remind me that what I give

Would only break the already weak

And embrace the burned and burdened

Who have earned their hurt as I have.