I have many scars on my body,

Tracing patterns and labels on me,

But none of them marked my soul,

None of them tore into my heart.

None till now. I didn’t even realise,

Didn’t know I’d been cut at all

As another’s blood pored over me.

I held him in my lap and sobbed,

Not knowing it was both of our blood,

And my tears, mingling, blending.