With shaking hands you touch me.
"It's been a while"  you say.
With every insecure movement
I can feel the inner demons on
your shoulders.
For every tremble, every ******,  any short breath.  
I witness my demons
Raising a sledgehammer
Breaking down
Your walls.

Your fingertips read my scars as if they were written in
Braille.

Read me.
Devour me whole.
Allow me to forever be your favourite
Literature.

A box of prescription drugs on my table.
It holds your name. Stating what is wrong with you.
Flaunting the details of where your body is
Failing.

You notice the hair on my pillow.
Shame.
Worried looks.
Anger.
I find none of it in your eyes.
You buy me razors.
"Do you need any help?" you ask.

Kisses on my bald scalp.
Beauty. Now we match even
Better.