“See that, honey?

that’s the scar of love.” Pan to the gash across my chest, other wounds left to bleed beneath fabric; other bones left broken beneath heavy skin.

“I don’t understand, how could love hurt so much?” She was so small.

I shook my head, a voice cracking like the sheets of ice on a lake. “that’s the scar from when it ripped my heart out; from when I was whole, and when I was real.”And she looked at me with her moon eyes, so big, so confused. So I smiled, and took her hand, “never mind dear.”  

I can only pray you will never die the way I did