You tore a piece from my heart
In our fit of frenzied passion.
My own scarlet letter,
Bleeding so all can see
That I let you hurt me.
I press my finger to the scab,
Pain flows freely through my body.
It was real.
You were real.
I pray I'll get a scar
So I can walk with you
For always
And be reminded that all pain heals
But true love leaves a mark.