New Light Poem by Lavigne Kin

Let the scars on my wrist
Resemble not my shame,
But rather all my pain
From the moment we kissed.
Let the tears that I shed
Resemble not sorrow,
But drops of the 'morrow
Leaving behind the dead.
Let the cries of passion
Resemble not rapture, But failure to capture
The truth now so ashen.
Let the smoldering pyre
Resemble not dead dreams,
But desperate unheard screams
To lock away desire.
Let the death of myself
Resemble not an escape,
But an attempt to shape
The sense of death itself.