the affirmation was important
as naked as we come, in our most fragile state.
The scars that shamefully hid, now under a shimmering light
skin to skin, breath to breath
as comforting as a new born and their mom
the sliding on the skin, pushed forward by confidence of a "yes"

The sun shines through the blinds
peeking curiously at the young couple
a sweetness in the air
"my love, breakfast?"
"yes."

How do I stop hurting myself for you
You’re winning, aren’t you
You’re not thinking about me, are you
But I can’t stop thinking about you
I’m hurting myself for you
Is it for you
Is it for what you did for me
Is it for what you did to me

What part wasn’t enough
What part of me
What part didn’t satisfy you
Please tell me
How do I get better
It’s not for you
It’s for me
I don’t want to get better for you
It’s for me
It’s for him
It’s for whoever takes your place
It has to be for me
But why is it for you

I miss your touch but not because you provided it
I miss your attention but not because you gave it to me
I miss you with me
But I don’t miss you