Serenity of Scars

I want you to feel my scars, though they are not yet ready to be seen by human eyes. 

I need your healing. I imagine it often.

I feel like you could cure them somehow. It’s odd.

I doubt you have cracks in your soft porcelain skin.

If an angel exposed all the flaws you’ve ever had, mistakes you’ve made and crimes you’ve committed, I could never believe such mendacity.

Your near perfection can heal all my downfalls and save me.