Wounds

Just because you’re hurting

it doesn’t give you the right to hurt me, too.

You think because you’re bleeding

you can cut me with those shards you grew in your heart.

But I will heal - even if it takes months

for my skin to recover.

Even if, long after this moment,

I can still see the scars,

I’ll wear them with pride:

like a badge of what it took to survive loving you.