you ruin my soul.
wait, that's not what I meant.
you undress me (why?)
and I pretend it's not secrets I spill
into your loquacious hands.
you mark me (as whose?)
and I make believe the bruises
can be brushed away
like blood in sand.
you rip your body from mine
in the morning (where to?)
and don't seem to notice
how much of my skin
you take with you.
every time you leave
I feel the dents from your teeth
on my lips
and wish
I was being consumed
by love.
but here we go again
undressing
marking
ripping
unable to say no
unable to numb all longings.
This -- this is what ruins my soul.
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