I Love Every Scar Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Baggage makes some of us who we are.
Proud or not.
Perfectly recently scarred.
Maimed and marred.
Having another drink at some unheard of bar.
On par with where I want to be.
A trip down memory lane, enjoying every moment of the pain.
No disdain in this brutality bleeding ever beating heart.
Happy as a claim.
Truly satisfied with visions that haunt.
Never a single ounce of regret.
Testing every single flaw.
Seeing if I have limits.
Boundaries were meant to be broken.
Souls were never meant to slumber.
Deep within, finding more of that fruitless ambition.
Never willing to put my self in a position of submission.
Giving up is not in my vocabulary.
No matter how difficult it might be.
Getting a better vantage point.
I know what I need.
Definitely not your unqualified quantified pick me up.
No the drugs won't do, you don't have a clue.
I don't want to be numb.
Please let me feel everything
I just want to have fun.
Oh baby don't you know I just begun.
And I won't be limited by those who believe there has to be something wrong.
Trauma endured, avenues explored.
I don't blame or hate myself.
Not for that which I have no control.
Paying for another lap dance around that pole.
Why not, you only live once then it's gone.
Bending the night into another beautiful pink dawn.
So go ahead question who I have become.
But I'm not running.
Never was.