Here is just a little back story on this poem i could help but feel this way after seeing this picture.
As I look upon him I see the scars
I can't even imagine the pain he endured
Out of the pain he thought he picked love.
But he just ended up wit another heart break.
Selfishness was his only option he thought.
I run my fingers over the scars.
I kiss them hoping to ease his pain
But I feel as if the closer I get the hard he will fall.
The face of an angel but the heart of a monster I told I am.
For him I wish I was different
My self destructive nature helps no one
I wish for each other we could be different
But some times I fear he is the gasoline an I am the match.
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