Retrace Poem by Veronika Scarlet

I used to trace her arm with my fingers
To make sure she wasn't still bleeding
From her wrist, to her elbow
Touching her name for the evening.

I rarely spoke, I mostly whispered
Hoping deep down, that she could hear me
What good's a shout, if they don't listen?
Not more than a letter never read, nor written.

I traced the scars left by my weapon
Tried to obtain complete forgiveness
Words soothed her wounds for a few seconds
It was quite deceiving.


I observed her, and retracing
Only accentuated the pain already existent
Never before has my healing caused damage
So I stopped insisting.

Love N Hate

Veronika