Inner Beauty

Salty tears as carefully cut thighs
and arms face him.
Claw marks,
pale old battles and fresh red
Knife-like pain spikes in
his heart.
The girl he loves
secretly suffers alone.
Closed eyes, soft,
loving kisses on
each battle wound.
Loving each war as
a piece of her.
Strong yet
gentle arms
wrap around the
like steel and
Holding the beautiful
pieces together.

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