Some are better that way
These wounds,
Will they ever completely heal?
I told you that I always wanted to be with you.
I still do.
Why do you turn your back on me?
I trace the scar you gave me,
That day,
By the pond.
That night,
When I saw it.
The thing inside you,
It's true form.
The thing you hid from me.
I know more about you now.
But there are still questions,
Questions left unanswered.
Some are better that way.
