[Solved] SCARS

Black as a crow,

crawling down my face

like the blanket of midnight to dawn,

My tears fall in a broken rhythm,

tap. tip. top…

an unorthodox manner.

My heart bleeds,

as my passion and love

fuels the fire behind my tears.

I swallow this lump of a heartache,

in hopes that it'll make up the pieces

of my shattered heart.

‘Today's a new day,’ I whisper.

Maybe I'll heal from your fatal stabs,

but I don't, and I won't.

Tick. Tock. Tick…

time fades out,

like a scene from the pages of a script.

I don't heal,

but I move on.

Because no one likes a broken hearted fool.