by Ava Grace
I was soft handed till you took my hands into yours
Do you see these scars? They are yours, from all the words i’ve written
And I thought I knew who I was but I don’t anymore
I don’t know anything cause how could you get to me so easily
You’re like smoke stuck to my clothes I can’t get you out, I scrub my skin raw but i still feel you
everywhere
In the back of the car skipping another song cause all I hear is you
Time goes faster now that i’ve cut your ties
I can see everything clearer, found love more now than I could before
But sometimes I still feel you in the air
It hurts so bad having known you and what do i have to show for it
I’m not kinder, I’m not better, I’m not younger or sweeter, I’m the same but i’m hurting and now you’ve
stained me
About the Author:
Ava Grace is currently in her third year at Toronto Metropolitan University. Where she studies English, writing is a big passion of hers. As she often writes poetry in her free time. Ava has previously been published in her school’s paper called The Eyeopener.