Scars

Why are you so stuck with someone?

You’d yearn for the occasional high, when the person is nice to you one out of the other 9 times he is not. The attraction is enticing and lethal.

It’s a wild goose race, I know. But I’d want to go all out and say, I’ve done my best. I could die for you.

My colleagues have been pounding on me for their suspicions about the bandage on my wrist. I know I can’t hide anymore. I have to go without by next week. I hate scars, I don’t mind injuries or bruises as long as they don’t leave a permanent mark. Scars are marks left behind to prove you were weak but you survived. It’s only when one has come to terms about accepting and embracing the mistake will she be able to tell the truth behind. For one, I am not ready.