Is there really a difference
Post op pre op?
I liked to hold and touch and now
Not so much.
But the sadness was fuelled
in a contained manor.
I was still suicidal but I had purpose.
I gave myself purpose,
He was my purpose,
destructive purpose that made me smile
But it seeped out with alcohol;
I'm miserable to the core
No man can fix that
No friend can fix that
I don't even think I can fix that