My heart is marked,
With the sharpie that is you.
It was a beautiful mark,
But it soon became a painful one.
When I left you,
I searched for a way to erase it.
Convincing myself with lies,
I fiercely erased you.
But today, I saw a film about confused hearts.
Strong as a tidal wave, you came back–again.
Not knowing what to do,
I clutched my heart.
And there, I found your mark.
Still beautiful. Still painful.