I used to wish I was in his arms.
Dream about them.
And in my days:
always think about them.
It was warmth
     and love
           and life.

Now they feel like briar patches,
And every time we touch, I bleed.
it was worth it to me until
I saw I was running out of bandages.

But still I run my fingers through his hair
And let him kiss my tears
And it's bittersweet how much you can love someone and hate them at the same time