I don’t really own my body with you.
When you say something kind,
it softens, and I feel at ease.
And when we descend into darkness,
everything inside me tightens.

I only really get to keep my mind –⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠
the final stronghold.
But it’s bleak in there too,
because on every single wall,
there’s a painting of you.