I could hear my name being called.
I was surprised to still see him standing there when I opened my eyes.
I already knew. & I was scared.
Embarrassed & shocked.
Processing these feelings are even difficult at this moment.
My left chest hurt.
Bruised, as he tinkled his fingertip on the old scars I made.
That if I was to die… I want it to be in the arms of your love.
I want pain to be the sweet dominance of your affection.