Turning Scars Into Stars
He told me about his white death sheet
And the dark, dark times of not being heard…
I listened to his stories of cutting, blood and scars
And told him some of my own…
I wanted to wrap myself up with him back then,
I wanted to be the one he saw in the mirror
When he looked in it and saw himself bleeding…
He told me about the locked room
Where his past and future were feared dead
And I wanted to be in there with him,
Be his shadow he felt had betrayed him too,
Turn all his sorrow into poetry
That gave his soul wings...
And all along I knew that he knew
That this darkness
This despair
This anguish
Was what brought him here, to this now…
He knew that he must embrace chaos
To give birth to a dancing star
For every scar…
No resolve no matter how strong,
No line in the sand no matter how long
Could survive the love of such a man...
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