Behind The Scars

It was beautiful, the way he shied away as the white teeshirt lifted over his head. For once, I was’t the one hiding behind in the shadows hoping he couldn’t see my scars. For the first time, I had found someone who understood exactly how I felt. There was something beautiful in that. Something magical happened. I didn’t see a flawed man. Before me stood a gorgeous man who struggled and worked hard to overcome the obstacles life handed him. There was a man who wanted to be loved and looked at as if he were her world; regardless of the way he looked. I finally understood what it meant to fall in love with someones eyes. To toss aside the insecurities and allow truth to be the key to my heart.  

For the first time, I understood why heartbreak had to be apart of my past. 

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