The one who breaks you and the one who heals you are never the same person.
And still, we seem to commit to the one who drops us the hardest, even just for the moment, because that's what people do. I guess we would rather know what it's like to fall, despite everything we have ever known about flying. Because we would rather burn despite what they've told us about fire. We would rather love and get hurt than not have loved at all.
At first, I gave you everything. Pieces of me. Pieces of me left scattered, pieces left laying on our lounge room floor, a trail of your movements working your way through me. Whenever it pleased you. Use me up for whatever I can give you. My heart would beat vibrantly.
Vibrantly in your arms. For you.
My heart burned when you took it and caged it in your hands.
I can't feel my skin but you feel better when we touch.
You wanted everything I was giving up, but my love was never enough.
You take everything I have, my love is never enough.
Use me up for everything I have.
Now, my heart beats violently. Violently in my chest. Use me up for all I have for you.
Tell me, how long do you hold onto a memory? How do you decide between the pain of remembering and the pain of letting go? I can see your fear, surrounded by your skin, surrounded by your eyes. But now it's too late.
I can't feel my skin but you feel better when we touch. Use me up.