Scars

I watch people cover up
in their clothes,
their cars,
their love,

I have a gift
for seeing their scars
looking through their skin
to their hearts
feel my presence
when you fall apart
I will put you back
like from the start

I keep missing you
through my mental fields of blue
I wish I could just watch you
feeling the way I wanted to
unravelling your scars
through the gift Ive starved

Its hard to grow up
keep looking back
watching the scars
grow up to your neck

I know Ill be your angel still
even though Im far from anything real
Ill watch your scars
so they you they dont kill
and promise to watch mine
so I can start to feel