Take away my sight, if you are kind,
Because then I will not have to see
Them together, and from my mind,
Impeding, dark thoughts be set free.

Take away my ability to smell
So my nose no longer burns from
The smell of ***** or the ***** that fell
When I realized the Monster I have become.

Take away my hearing, I plead of you.
But let his voice be the last thing I hear.
In trouble, it has been the sound to pull me through.
And him abandoning me, is my only true fear.

Take away my sense of touch,
Because at least I will no longer flinch
At the sympathetic shoulder-grips and nudges,
And at the sight of them, my nails digging into skin.

Take away my ability to taste.
Please. I cannot get his flavor off my tongue,
Even after drowned with ***** that raced
Down my throat, and still, less than him stung.

But you can never take my sense of love.
Try as hard and long as you desire.
This is the one thing you will not get rid of.
For eternity, love will always transpire.