Scars

Now when I look at my hands.

They are no more wounds now.

They are the scars, the leftovers.

These are just shallow scars

Of those deep cuts and wounds.

I don't feel the pain now.

They don't hurt me either.

But they don't let me forget

The pain I went through.

Likewise,

You are just a faded shadow

Of those deep and intense memories.

I dont feel the love now,

You don't care for me either.

But they don't let me smile,

Nor are the reason,

To strangle me anymore.