I carved you into my skin.
I cut a heart made of scars.
Now that\'s all you are to me.
Just a heart of scars.
Of all the things I thought she could be.
I found out what she was meant to be.
I know her now as The Heart of Scars.
When I got to know you I had my eyes on the stars.
I thought I had truly seen you for the first time.
I felt the spark and knew the fire in my eyes.
I had traded a friend for a desire of mine.
I did not know I would sever those ties.
I think what I saw in you was fantasy.
I think what you got from me was vanity.
I cut that heart into my skin.
It was to symbolize the dysfunction within.
Symbolically cutting you out of my heart.
My heart covered in the webs you spin.
I still thought we could have been.
But really the game was rigged from the start.
Just know you have no place in my heart
Your only place is on my skin.
So many details that I could dive in.
But this isn\'t about the details.
This isn\'t about love but closure.
Closure from cuts that scars would cover.
Closure like the fate it now seals.
To forget the feelings of another.
To close the cover on love I tried to steal.
Now you are gone.
Your bridges are blocked.
This heart of mine has changed its locks.
This state of mind forgot your song.
Now your name is a memory.
Now your name is gone.
Your name now is just like a scar.
I don\'t know who you are anymore.
I don\'t know who you were before.
My concept of you was never sure.
Finally now I complete my tour.
Returning from a war you ensured.
Flashing through memories better ignored.
I made a symbol to keep the story stored.
There is a scar on my leg,
a scar that holds a name,
a shape cut with a razor blade,
a chapter of life compressed into a scar.
Now I see just who you are.
I see the journey from afar.
Nothing to me but a scar.
You\'re The Heart of Scars.
It\'s the scar that mirrors what you left on my heart.
Now the war is finally over.
It was my razor ensuring closure.
Now I find myself back at the start.
There\'s a symbol in my skin that\'s more than art.
I\'m picking up the pieces of my heart.
After all that time and effort what do I get?
Nothing more than a scar shaped heart.
-Alexander J. Wolfe
Originally written December 15th, 2021.