Your hand travelled through my outermost layer while looking into my eyes. Your eyes pleased for me to know you better. Through my eyes, you continuously looked into my deepest secrets. The secrets I know and the secrets that I'm not capable of knowing.
You held my hand gently. Everything is silent and your eyes were closed. You told me you didn't need to open your eyes, it is more of a heartfelt sentient. The scar isn't deep. It was all from my past mistakes that I still brought up to now. Some were unwanted and some were intentional. You already knew this scar easily healed and eventually disappeared.
Chains were now buckled up
For the first time, it's not a trap.
You saved me from that bastille
From those people who are shill
You opened your eyes as if you're asking permission from me.
"May I?" You asked.
I've known you for so long and your respect to me makes my heart want to cry out. We've been friends since God knows when. You have been open to me ever since and for all of our time, you were just waiting for me. Waiting for the right timing, for my turn to let you see myself within.
I nodded as a reply.
As you were into my second scar, out of no where, a dew from my eye dropped. You take over of wiping my tears away. There were countless times when we shared our tears. And it never happened that I wiped those tears of mine, it was always you who do it for me.
I remembered all the pain and hurt I felt when I had that. It was the scar from the people who left me behind. They remained unnoticed since no one cared about it, even I, until you came. This scar took me long time to accept.
Please, don't aspire those,
Not even to be so close.
They're the thorns in the rose,
I have written in my prose.
I have to hold my breath for a second before you divert your attention to the third one. You notice how fainthearted I am. My downcast face told you about it.
Your eyes are so magical that it sends me automatic signals brought by the emotions of your heart. You were regretful as I am.
"Why?" Another word from you came out.
I remained silent for a moment. I am impatiently waiting for the rain to pour down since I'm already feeling the water from my eyes ready to rush down. I hated to cry but I think I was born to cry. These tears betrayed me, again.
I can't answer you. I do not even know what to answer though.
You have seen the reflection of my myriad suicidal thoughts on the third scar. You told me it was okay, that I am more than I ever think I am. You're lifting my spirit up.
These were all non sense,
For the people in this crowd.
Maybe I got to be so dense
Though I'm not speaking even loud.
"If you can't do it alone, then might as well we'll both do it." Your words of assurance made my crying heart flutter.
I am more thankful to you for looking after my scars than I am to myself for letting you.
I am in doubt for the left scar. I don't think I can hold this tears too long but you keep on holding me.
"Let it out. I'm here." Your words of comfort are what keeps me going.
I can feel your empathy from within.
You cannot see it but I know you felt the sculpted scar in my heart. No one would ever notice that. No one knows who carved that inside me. No one. That was the deepest scar I have in my body. Every time I'm hurt, it grows wider. It's like tearing up my heart hundreds and thousands of time, until it was all shattered.
"I'm sorry" that's all I wanted to say.
"You don't need to feel sorry and be sorry. I understand." That was all and you hugged me tight.
"From now on, I'll help you cover that scar of yours. Would you allow me?"
And it happened again for the first time that my lips curved slightly to form a smile.
You've seen the scar that is deep.
The scars that make me weep.
The scars that make me go to a cliff and leap.
Yet you told me, it's not worthy to keep.
Thank you.
Very much.
I owe you a lot in this lifetime.