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Yesterday he came to see me, he asked me where the scars on my knees came from
I told him, “It was from the grass cuts in the fields”
He said if it’s so, he shall go cut away all the grass in the fields
“No!" I said.
The fields were always overgrown with tall grass, but they could not stop me from going into the fields
It was never my intention to get love using my fragility and quietness, if anything, I wanted him to see the shine of my stubbornness and love me for that
After that, he turned away coldly
Annoyed to hear that once again, I did not need him to better my life
Maybe I should have told him
Should have told him that the scars were actually from myself when I was drunk the other day
And I was drunk because I loved someone
Maybe I should have told him I have much more of these scars all over my body, in places that he had not seen before
I was unable to give the kind of beauty that he was expecting of my body
Maybe I should have told him that I was not even sure if I would continue to exist for every tomorrow that was coming
My body was made only enough to survive
But I didn’t say anything
He won’t understand anyway.
About the Creator
Judy Mae
I put words on the internet.
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