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.