I know it wasn't your intention. To
break me down to size- to completely
ruin my abstract conception of love.
I know it wasn't your plan
to cut me, to vandalize my
already feeble soul.

I need you to stay here; to not move on-
to be present here in lips, arms
and in person. To be the words the end of this
pen bleeds. To be mine, to steal each other-
to not become the thing we never wanted,
the words we would never whisper.
I know you didn't mean it.

But love wounds run deep.