Dear Jamie,

I remember how you

looked at me that day,

the worst day of my life,

and took all the pain away.

You didn’t look at me

the way other guys did,

like you wanted to see me naked.

I knew you really saw me

and never made my flesh crawl.

Until you looked at me that way,

I’d been thinking about hurting

myself. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I just wanted all the hurt to stop.

Then you looked at me and I wanted to live.




Author’s Note: (This poem originally appeared on my website, pamelascottwriter.com, when it was written as part of NaPoWriMo.)




Pamela Scott lives in Glasgow, UK with her partner. Her poems and stories have been published in various magazines including Peeking Cat Poetry, The Cannon’s Mouth, Sarasvati, The Dawntreader and Toasted Cheese Literary Magazine. Her poetry has appeared in anthologies including LOVE – A Collection of Poetry and Prose on Loving and Being in Love published by Collections of Poetry and Prose and Crab Lines Off the Pier and Visible Breath, both published by Indigo Dreams Press. She has completed two novels and is working on a third novel. pamelascottwriter.com. facebook.com/pcottwriter. goodreads.com/author/show/16369579.Pamela_Scott. twitter.com/pscottwriterpinterest.com/pscottwriter.