The Stones Bleed Like Me

I still love you.  

I’ve tried to hide this scar on my chest—  

but it won’t fade.  

They tell me to stop the bleeding,  

yet bleeding is the only thing  

that reminds me I’m alive.  

I hate the softness of my soul,  

but crave the peace it brings.  

Are creatures like me meant only to hurt?  

No matter how I bandage it,  

the scar still burns.  

In hiding the wound,  

I’ve only mangled myself further—  

and still, I don’t feel human.  

Nothing does.  

I’ve tried to forget,  

to grow, to sever the past—  

but the ache remains.  

I still love you.