Stars around my scars.

stars around my scars? 

no. you did try to draw stars,

but accidentally dug the pen in my skin too far.

It stung, bled, and a dread formed in my heart.

With gritted teeth, I smiled hard,

So you won't feel bad.

You tried again, and it happened again

I kept looking at you with my tear-welled eyes 

and my tight-lipped smile.

How come you don't treat me like a porcelain doll?

Please, can you just pay attention to my heart?

You sighed, a frustrated grunt left from your side

I was quick to withdraw my hand, 

caress you in my arms

"It's not your fault."

I whispered while rocking you like a child

You fell asleep, left to dream somewhere far

I was left to stare at my bloodied hands

which will be scarred with no stars.

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