tradgically beautiful
I didn't see them at first.
It wasn't until I took off your shirt,
that I saw them.
The soft pink skin slightly raised above the rest,
The marks are long,
horizontal, as they
cross
your
back.
The jagged edges pucker,
blending into your body.
You chalk it up to childhood insecurites,
I run my fingers along the marks.
You tell me they are just the effects,
of a
rounded boy.
I kiss them.
You don't know how beautiful they are.
The scars that paint your skin.
You're pain is beautiful,
because they show you,
how far
you've
come.
I think you're beautiful,
but tradgically so.
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this was beautiful. I find it horrible that there are thousands of good poems on here with no comments. you are a good poet. good luck in the slam.
The imagery in this piece is absolutely beautiful and I adore what you have done. Though the depiction is saddening and horrific the way you describe this person’s scars. Beautiful piece. Thank you for submitting this piece. I was curious if the scars were about suicide, self inflicted or from parents. But As I was reading I realized the point of not mentioning the cause was a way of saying all scars are beautiful.