#20 To the Boy with Band-aids on His Hand

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What hurts you?

Silly boy with a laugh as warm as a cup of coffee in the morning

and eyes just as black

 

Did you fall while you’re playing football?

Again?

Or is it another scar you wouldn’t let anyone know where it comes from—but yourself and the walls of your home?

 

(home, what does that even mean?)

 

Silly boy with band-aids on his hand,

What is it? Tell me, what hurts you?

 

And let me,

Let me kiss every scratch

Every cuts

Every wound

Every scars

 

Every pain,

away

 

From your hands

From your knuckles

From your eyes

 

Silly boy with band-aids on his hand,

What hurts you?

 

Let me know

 

I might not heal,

But I promise

I won’t do the same

 

—F. S

 

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