I Sit Here

I sit here
Tears staining my cheeks
Blood flowing down my wrist
I sob for I have started a nasty habit.

I sit here
The blood has dried and turned to ugly scars
The tears have dried
But I am still not okay.

I sit here
My scars are no better
They are ugly
They show my weakness.

I sit here
Here with my love
He kisses my wrist
And tells me for I am beautiful.

I sit here
I have expected my scars
They have nocturnal flowers growing from them
They thrive in the darkness of my past
Taking it all in.

I sit here
My flowers in full bloom
Happiness in my heart.

I sit here completely in love with myself.