March Journal

What happened to us? How did we fall apart?

How did you turn so damaging,

In your silence?

I almost wish a man would hurt me,

Be forceful,

Be abusive,

Because at least then,

He’d be seeing me,

Be touching me,

He would kill me with his hands,

Not his passivity.

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