You will come away bruised.You will come away bruisedbut this will give you poetry.

Loving someone who hates themselvesis a special kind of violence.A fight inside the bones.A war within the blood.

You can't quell depression by making love. But we tried. But we tried, oh, we did.

Thank Goodness I have nearly unlearnedfolding my desire into itselfbeing afraid to claim it.