It was funny.
How much we were not meant to be.
He was a joke,
on me of course.
He... he belongs with the stars.
I am a living tapestry of scars.
Near misses that I secretly hoped would find their mark.
I could never-
We would never-
he refuses to leave.
Unceasingly insisting that scars hold their own kind of beauty.
just this once
I'll allow a little hope.