scars

 
in my culted melancholy black
I worship your shadow
a phantom soul I see
I lose you in the mist
and you're gone

always on the horizon
just out of reach
the loneliness of it amuses me
it leaves scars tender to the touch
tracing the pain
intricate designs of hurt

witnessing the beauty of pain, it's tangible
my hands can touch it
the mystery of us

something solid to hold onto
proof I loved you hard
and you loved me back