Ugly are not

your scars

but the scarves

you use to hide them

i want to cry with you

and use our tears 

as spears

pursuing every demon

and fight them

i want to kiss 

your forehead right now

unshackling the grief 

in your brow

emancipating you 

somehow

allowing our souls 

to uncover 

the true 

yearning 

of two lovers-

not to possess 

but to unveil 

the unspoken 

depths, 

the buried scars

beneath the flesh 

of one another…