He hurts me in absentia,
Breaks me unknowingly.
I am fine bone china, casually dropped on a black slate floor.
Master of subtle agonies,
He twists me in two
Tortures me with shards of glass,
Cuts, cuts, cuts,
So deep, so deep, that even in my sleep
I bleed my need.
He hurts me invisibly
He hurts me with myself
I hurt myself, with him.
I hurt.
I hurt.