This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin

You tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in

And now you're outside me

i feel everything,

in waves and pulses ricocheting and turning over and turning around and circling, tickling all over my insides

this is never good or bad, but is

There's one thing I have to say so I'll be brave

You were what I wanted

I gave what I gave

I'm not sorry I met you

honestly, its rough for me to be honest but when internal hurricanes subside at least im now on solid rock.. although i wish you were the rock, not the sweeping away