i longed for you for nights and waited on this empty bed but you wouldn’t come i heard the walls closing in when you stood naked in the center of the room but refused your own body the same walls that cringed when you said you would ram and bash your hips until they bruised or broke. and you did. my darling, when i speak of your dark hair flowing like a veil in the free wind you look at me with strange and empty eyes is it because you doubt that your body exists? is it because you refuse it? is it because the wounds and scars on your limbs have become deafening? i only wished to hold you, and you asked me how can i hold something that is not complete? and i should’ve said: it is if you choose it to be.