but the other night
i woke up with bruises because
i was dreaming about him-
i torture myself for him,
and he repays me with more,
yet it's difficult for me to understand
how deep the scars are
when i don't feel any of them-
blinded by the shine of his eyes
and the glimmer of his lips
i let him do it
one
last
time.

anything for him.

anything to not feel alone again.