“You enjoy this.
You dig your fingertips into the places I am hurting in as if to prove the suspicion that I am weaker. That the blood there isn’t yours.
It is mine.
So you keep holding your hands up to the sunlight on the days when my ache is greater than yours as if to prove the suspicion that my blood has always stained the longest.
You enjoy this.
You don’t see yourself as the weaker of us two because I am always falling apart before you but the truth is, I am giving more than you are.
I am only emptier than you because I don’t love in halves and you do.
You always do."