My scars - Toris Laurinaitis
A poem
by Soviet-chan (originally posted to my Ask Lithuania Tumblr)
You like them so we needn't give them names
Because how and when is enough depth too
Think, we could mourn and mourn all that blood I lost
My skin burned off but you like them
So I like them. I really do.
Did you get cold when you held me down
In the snow that day? I swear I could almost feel
The ground sink through, my heart beat fade away.
I thought I was going to die that time, I really did
I thought you were aware as well
But you looked surprised when you saw me whisper prayers
I was naked in the snow, the only warmth I had was you
You were on top of me only exposed by will
Keeping me below as a way to prove. Well, I didn't pray for me.
I prayed for you, because you're all I care about these days
You're all I love and all I hate. Even if I wanted to leave, it's too late
I need what I crave and I learned this greed too late
It's the only power I have, so I will never let it succeed me
I don't care what you do, I'll wear these scars as gifts from you
Just don't color outside the lines - my body ends when it's done throughout
And I'll be there until
I'll be there until I'm all worn out.