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.