Broken skin

Your wrists 

I had slowly studied them not with judgment but curiousity

I searched for a reason why you would hurt yourself

Your whole being to me was nothing but perfection

I accepted you

Your everything

How could anybody not

But now I was left hurting 

Wondering who'd done this to you

Why they'd done this

I just wanted to take the hurt away

You are amazing

Those weren't just scars but windows into your soul

the soul tortured and poked at by others

A pure innocent soul

All this from broken skin

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

This is great. I feel a lot happier with poetry when the meaning is clear - but of course there are still questions here! To be honest i can't even understand a lot of the poems I read on this site! The writer seems to love the subject but know much about his love. Just one point - in he fifth line should it read 'accepted'?
Well done,
Alan

[Bloggergirl29]

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