"what happened?"
i see your gaze
lock to the bruise
yellowing the inside of my arm
that i pray isn't ringed
with teeth marks
anymore

but i am
sehnsucht
and i have not the heart
to mention that where you are gentle
he is rough and though it hurts
it hurts like you used to hurt me

with your
addictive apathy

know i am unsure
how to love someone
who does not injure
or inflict
and you are not a
puzzle, but a picture
where all the pieces fit

two years
is not climb enough
for this little
seagoat girl