Band-aid

Im picking at this scab

hoping that it will go away and not re-appear.

The scar underneath

keeps getting worse after every attempt.

The longer it takes,

the uglier it gets.

I refuse to believe:

that there is room on my body for yet another one.

I have so many

they don’t look good on me

or anybody.

Yet, neither does a broken heart.

Im holding them both together

with band-aids

ever since we have grown apart

-Destiny Fochtman

Published by tinywanderesss

An aspiring creative medium of many sorts. Looking for inspiration in anything and everything I can, so there's no time to be sad or negative. That's what's great about writing, you can turn anything into what you want it to be, just like life over all. We have the power to control our own Destiny :)

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