She Who Casts the First Stone

You say you are not damaged
Not broken, not hemorrhaged
From the pain
Your tears do not fall like rain
Your breath does not catch
When you see me, your thoughts not far fetched
Not yearning, they do not stretch
They do not harm, they do not want
They do not haunt
Your every living breath like souls
That don't recognize themselves, no holes
In your logic, no fault in your words
No basis for your sadness, no cradle for your hurt
No questions left unanswered, no curtains left to call
No day dreaming about what could've been-no dreaming of me at all
No love lost when there was none to begin
No losers when no one could possibly win
And with all that said
My head
Is still teeming with memories
And I wish I was more like you-not lost in my reverie
But here I am, still bleeding
Still reeling
From a stone
That was thrown
So many years ago...
Why don't I know
How to let go?

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