Hard to love

I am hard to love I am made of many

hard edges and dark caverns I am made of pools of secrets

and things that

prick and sting

at the slightest touch I am hard to love

I am hard to love I have been covered

in bruises and cuts And I have healed

wrong time after time With harsh words and unloving touches I am hard to love I am hard to love But loving is not supposed to be easy

written by Jacque Haines

Jacque Haines photographed by Sarah Desourdy in Charlotte, North Carolina