Borrowed Scars

We wear each other's borrowed scars. Trading pain like stolen cars. You showed me

yours, I showed you mine. We called it love,

we called it fine. The mirror cracked but we still smiled.

Two broken hearts that reconciled. The blood, the glass, the tangled art.

You learned my lines, I learned your parts. Every wound's a

place we've been. Every loss still seeps within. We wear each other's borrowed scars.

Pretend we're fine, forget who we are. But every tear leaves a mark,

even when we call it art. You stitched me up with trembling hands.