MARKS FROM A LOVED GIRL

My lovers left marks on me, marks I'll never forget. Marks my body can't erase as much as she tries to. These marks didn't come from love. These marks came from hurting, from craving validation. My lovers were not lovers. There was no love in these exchanges.

Silly little girl, you thought you had the world in the palm of your hand. You still had so much to learn, so many dreams to chase, a new mentality to grow. You tried to experience the sense of false freedom you were deprived from, yet you burnt yourself too fast and too hard.

Listen to me carefully though, these marks were not your fault. Wishing and looking for this love and validation people talk about, the kind you love to read about. This was the only thing you were craving. Looking into soulless eyes, searching through dimly lit streets, and crashing into deadly waves. You didn't find what you were looking for and instead you were left with marks. Branded as something you were not, you knew this so deeply in your soul, yet you reflected this brand on the outside.

Oh, you poor child, I wish I could take your pain away. Show the world what you truly can offer, who you truly are behind these dreadful love marks.