There are scars on my face that were not there before
a scar from the night I felt another’s lips
a constellation hidden in plain sight
perhaps i deserved those ones
new freckles blossom that you never witnessed
only in summer when they met your sweet kisses
but winter turned them harsh and bitter
your lips no longer soft, but those of a sinner
places on my skin, tainted by another lover in liquor filled nights
he screamed perfection with every touch
but I cannot replicate your kiss
and I know your lips are not mine to miss