picking scabs

"We all have scars, "
she winked
but hers, i think were deep
and linear

point a
point b
point c

connecting each pain
back to the moment
her dreams all died
on some razors edge

"Yes, we do, "
i breathed out long
and slowly, "we do indeed."

mine are crop circles,
i think, but don't dare say

pointless and alien
disconnected
unexplained

all starting randomly
for lack of hope
on some pretty girl's bed
before i knew anything
of love.