"

He could only love me in the dark;
when my scars,
reflected in the black
of his room, could be
mistaken for stardust
embedded in my wrists
that was leaking into
the atmosphere.

He never loved me in the daylight;
I was hidden away
with the promise
of forever spelled out
time and again before
my eyes like a broken
record he would repeat
“I love you” but never
would he show it.

He would only fuck me when he was drunk;
when he didn’t have to
be kind or gentle with
my broken soul and he didn’t
have to see my body
who what it really was,
when he could paint me
into whomever he wanted
that night.

He could only fight for me when it was too late;
when I pushed open the windows
of his bedroom and let the light
pour over my naked body
showing every scar
for what it was and every
pound of flesh
for the beauty it contained,
when I turned away from him,
slammed his front door open
and left.

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– Our Love Affair, in Four Parts by M.K.  (via floating—ghosts)

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