By Gala
Date: 4 July 2000
Lady Of the Wounded Heart
You didn't put the hurting there,
and can't reverse the process
or avoid the scar tissue
grown shiny
nerveless
but healed.
Deep inside
this heart is steeped
in doubt
and turns me over
pointing to the battle marks
and wanting to know if
i'm ready for more of the same.
It tells me that one love
began with promises
with trust
and that if I had not believed
I would never have hurt half so badly.
It calls me a fool to believe.
It makes me feel every last hurt
and live the moment
when his words cut me like knives
and were just him being "honest".
It warns me like a witch
muttering in the dark
that I should not love you
that I should not trust
that I will hurt as I never have
if I'm really that stupid.
Guess I really am---
because even with a scourged heart
i still think I love you
in my soul.
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