Remember when we loved
Like it was me, you and an endless world
Ours for the taking
A recollection of every other memory
Rekindling lust-less passion
That slipped through our fingertips
I held on tightly while you loosened your grip
Ending up on separate ends
Yet your sensation still lingers on my side of the bed
No matter how you tossed or tousled
You were the disheveled one after all
Endless times you ended up amidst my bedside
Whispering thoughts you were afraid to say out loud
And I was the foolish one
Crying out your name in moans only these walls could confine
Though I never seemed satisfied
I was always pleased with your satisfaction
But these days the mere scent of nostalgia sends me to a haze
Day glazed and wary of his touch somehow resembling yours
Or maybe his hands canvassing the scars you left behind
And my only explanation is that I liked it rough
Although he can tell from my somber otherwise
That I’m the kind who likes to hold on
Knowing the pain always lasts longer then pleasure
I yearn after bruises and blemishes to keep these memories going
So in his sense of mind I am nothing but mutilation
Though he’d never think me a masochist
The damage always happens at the hands of someone else
I am simply a body of disfigurement…