FicWad

One time I told you something
That I never really told anyone else
How when I was younger
I thought scars were beautiful
And that I would pick my scabs
So that I could have scars too.
And you laughed and joked
But I maintain my belief
That scars are beautiful
Because they tell stories
And when I see the scars on your arms
I want to know the stories
And I want to kiss each one
And tell you how beautiful they are.