He dismantled me.

As his fingers tangled themselves in my hair, and as I got lost in his chest and arms. He tore me from who I was, he ripped me at the seams and mangled my mind and body. Before I knew what was happening I was destroyed like a war torn town in the middle of No Man's Land. He left scars and bruises on every inch of pale skin that I allowed his fingers to travel. He kissed every blemish and slowly, ever so slowly, I allowed him to repair me. I offered myself and he did his best to make me his own.

When I awoke I wondered whether it was he who had broken me.

Or if I had just fallen apart.