a year's worth of scarring
adorns my thigh,
lying there
a constant reminder
but they are also
a year's worth of happiness,
of friends,
of recovery,
of love.
they are from the year
that i wanted to die,
but now
they represent
another year
i have lived.

Ripped jeans are holy
For the memories they induce are priceless
It's time to listen to our souls
For each one has a story to tell

you said I'll be your first and last

and you end up being my forever first,

and I'm never your last.