Skin meets skin-
rough and pale
against
soft and tanned.
Mine against yours.

I adore it

The human body: What a strange and marvelous thing.

How strange, emotions are. Avoided easily for so long, years, over a decade. A cold, heartless facade, so easy to maintain without a chance of failure. 

Oh yes. I was good.

But then
(Yes, then!)
They came and asked "Can you help us? Can you show us the way?"

Why the f*** did I say yes?

I am not strong enough to lead. Yet they looked at me with those eyes. Damn. 

Was that the beginning of my downfall, my fall from my concrete haven? 

Because now my heart, it's all ripped open, and there's no more blood to spill. Too much has been given away to those who asked, and now my body is devouring its own tissues, flesh and fat and ligament.

If I didn't love them so much, I would hate them.