Aching from Beneath

I am expected to leave my flesh for your sanity, leave my heart for your passion, and my body for your pleasure.

I. I am just a human,

you hold my skin tight onto my bones smothering the words out of my mouth "I love you."

I. I have become innocently aggressive; yet you still wonder why?

One year later and my insides have been torn into bits of diamonds in the rough but

you say I still have hope.

Here I am, making an effort not to collapse as you throw at me this thing called life — that you sworn to be a beautiful creation.

How can such a complicated, damaging, self suffocating making be so appealing to you?

I trusted.

Time began to let go slowly, day by day, week by week, month by month.

I let go.

You realized my weakness and you left me hanging on thin air, as I reminded you that "I let go." I was so naive and blinded by your presence — once again you took advantage.

You. you scarred my insides, leaving my skin halfway touched as it ached from the bottom of my feet, to the top of my head traveling through the air I breathed, spreading through the blood in my body, passing through the arteries that cleaned it, and the heart that pumped it.

My flesh ached from beneath.