Being with you was chaotic.
At times I did not know the eyes that were masked with indifference.
A rigid gaze that ****** the comfort out of the atmosphere.
I did not understand.
Who was this person.
My muscles tired from tense conversations
A slithering shiv protruding from his mouth when his own mind began rioting against him.

On another hand, your passion and thirst, unreal.
Once words had cut, hands would heal.
Tussling and caressing, beauty between skin.
And as body's began to unfold, so did the mind.
Caged tears released out of forfeit, they ran down your cheeks, onto my shoulders, rushing to my eyes.
Bringing me the perspective that yours had lacked.
The insight that emerged once the mind began to leak out taught me quite a lot.

I had been poking at your mind, igniting ideas and insecurities.
All the pain in your past, I had unknowingly brought to light.
I am sorry.
I learned, through time, to understand, as did you.
No longer do I stomp on your sores, there is no need as they now float throughout the air
In turn, you see the wounds of your words, now choosing to gently lick them clean

Simply, I am saying I am glad I took time to know you.