Running my fingers down the chest.
I resented hours before.
the damage from the previous fight still bare, screaming through his breath
confused, why I decided passion rather than destruction this time.
questioning his own love
while it’s mine that’s damaged
leave me before you need me
he can see right through me it kills me
holding me down as i fight to leave
i need to be
copper wire laced between my fingers
cutting deeper
the walls get smaller
Crying out to me my body gives in
euphoric as it is
i’ll repeat myself till inevitably
I fall between the last of those who choose to hold me. if any
a battle repeatedly fought
a cry repeatedly heard
becomes a burden.