Memorized wounds on this body, I am.
Reminiscing, I can, remember the measurements you've cut into me but they're deeper this a.m. I don't know anymore. I just feel. Emotions are the only thing I know now that's real. I once thought your love was, but it's not, and won't ever be. So every man after that mumbles those 3 words past these ears is just, telling fairy tales you've been telling me. Spitting salt in my wounds. I disdain weakness. But I love these scars. They built an ego. I need these scars like the roots on my head that grow. Strength turns me on. It doesn't turn me off at all. Your strength doesn't turn me off at all, except that one time when yours collided with mine. I never felt you make love to me, maybe that time I spent the night?.. I still get off some nights to those feelings bloomed in your bed. Technically that wasn't love. I heard about your new girl. Didn't believe it until I saw the picture. Our last fight. Your last text. I don't know, why my pains won't rest...
