I trace the scars on your body.
Secretly judging your every flaw.

Your breath hot and slightly sour.
I grimace, but let you kiss me anyway.

Your embrace too tight, but I do not fight it.
I become damp with sweat, my skin pressed on yours.

You snored loudly in my ear.
I could not sleep, I was miserable.

Your face so calm, so far away in sleep.
So ugly, but it made me want you more.

I am attracted to such misery.
The nausea inside me, somehow comforts me.

As long as I am not alone,
I can tell myself I am happy.

I can lie to myself...I am happy.