Would the Scars Continue to Show?

I borrowed my heart from my lover,
And took a real good look at it.
There were scars, some healed,
Some still gaping and bleeding.

But, as I peered down at the muscle,
I stumbled across something.
A patch bearing your name,
Almost eclipsed by my lover's affection.

As I returned my heart to it's rightful owner,
I wondered if he had noticed your mark.
If he had, he surely hadn't said anything,
Though I'm not sure I wanted him to know.

Part of me wanted to scratch out your name,
Hide your presence from my lover and myself.
Another part screamed to keep it there,
A reminder that you will always be in the wings.

In the end, I left your mark alone.
If my lover saw your name upon my heart,
Oh well; that's his problem for hurting me.
You are a part of my heart like he is.

I am forever thankful that you were there for me.
That you were there to pick me off the ground,
When I felt like dying from the emotional pain,
And when I was screaming in fury.

You have the worst luck in the world,
And also the worst timing in the world.
May your troubles end in happiness,
For I am unable to halt your unease.