The pain and suffering had always united us.
Our shared trauma has always made us stronger.
Not once have I felt unloved with you by my side,
But you couldn’t say the same for much longer.
You know that I’m one of a kind; I don’t lie.
But perhaps that is something beyond her.
I told you all of my darkest secrets,
All the memories which weren’t safe with anyone,
They remain safe with you, forever.
I found something with you which I found with none:
Trust. Something I had lost along the way of life,
along the visceral alleyways I couldn’t outrun.
These memories would tear apart every fibre of me.
These memories waged wars against my morality.
So when I decided to push you away to protect us,
I couldn’t blame you for my brutality.
However, when I found peace in pain and suffering,
that's when I was turned a masochist by this reality.
I feel like one sometimes