Scars

My heart recovering, leaving ugly scars.
You made those, those marks that will never go away, but only fade.
Always there….
People never knowing how they got there.
It’s like you hacked my heart out, played with it, then caringly put it back and held it there.
Then without a word of warning you take your hand away.
Letting the infection come to me,
To consume me,
To kill me.