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Last night I splashed some hot oil and

burned my face and hands.

There are mauve scars scattered across my cheek and jaw. One by my lip too

I don't know how long they will stay, and

I haven't thought about it too much.

This morning I looked at myself in my black and gold mirror and thought

It looked kinda neat. I thought of cute dogs with patches on noses and bellies.

I know the whole thing scared you.

Your face twisted somewhere between worry and humor you

joke about something like circus freaks or nightmare on elm street and 

i laugh with you

Outside our apartment you hold my head in your hands,

planting kisses on the unscarred side of my forehead and cheek.

"I still love you!", you affirm with dramatic flair

and i laugh because

idk I just wouldn't expect anything else