This scarred heart has your name written all over it.
Just like a tattoo that cannot be erased.
Permanently seared into my skin as a constant reminder of you.
At least that's one mistake I didn't go and do.
All of my scars are kept on the inside,
where no outsider can see the damage that has been done.
Even though you broke my heart only once,
when you broke your promise,
the pain was excruciating.
Since then, I have stitched my torn heart back together, piece by piece.
Which was painful enough.
But, now it does not beat the same as it did,
the rhythm is off.
And, when I tried to use my heart, to love someone again,
those scars you left on me, that pain you instilled in my heart,
would not allow me to love.
You are always there like a stain that I cannot remove.
You left guilty fingerprints on my heart when you killed it.
Will I ever be able to love again?