So thin, that you hardly notice when you cross it.
You only realize it later, when you react differently; behave differently; feel differently.
When you limp, because you can't hold your balance anymore.
When you see the scar it caused; notice the blood dripping slowly, teasing you with every fresh drop; and you cover it up. You always cover it up.
You've crossed it before. Many times.
With others.
Less significant.
Less meaningful.
You try to remember the exact moment you crossed it, so that you know the next time.
So that you see it coming.
But you never see it coming.
You just cross it unknowingly. Hoping the scar will be shallower. Just a graze, maybe. A light graze; not even skin deep.
They never mend, those scars. They never mend.
You only realize it later, when you react differently; behave differently; feel differently.
When you limp, because you can't hold your balance anymore.
When you see the scar it caused; notice the blood dripping slowly, teasing you with every fresh drop; and you cover it up. You always cover it up.
You've crossed it before. Many times.
With others.
Less significant.
Less meaningful.
You try to remember the exact moment you crossed it, so that you know the next time.
So that you see it coming.
But you never see it coming.
You just cross it unknowingly. Hoping the scar will be shallower. Just a graze, maybe. A light graze; not even skin deep.
They never mend, those scars. They never mend.
