Scars

And sometimes I wonder why I'm here
And why I let you hurt me again.
The rain falls between us and although
You are blurred, I can still feel you haunt me.

And sometimes, I know it's wrong,
But I wish that you would die.
My fury is faint but I feel its omnipotence
Scarring my soul like your memories.

And sometimes I cry for my loss until
I realise that you were never mine to lose.
And although my eyes are older now,
I can still look at you and see myself.

By Paula Teresa Stella Croggon

Copyright October 2005