You used to say you'd keep me safe
little girl holding littler girl's hand.
When cars come you still squeeze my fingers tight,
warning me of danger you still hope I
cannot see.
Outside street lights fight with night like
we used to fight off sticks and stones.
I wonder if you still remember
every bruise childhood left?
They could never care enough
but we cared enough for them both and
they could hurt us but we could
always hurt us more.
I've worn your watchfulness like a
coat of armor,
hung it overhead to catch the
fears that swarm my bed.
We have already been marked by love and loss.
So let's make this mark beautiful:
A forever-scar we chose to call our own.
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