I had the sort of mind that would never shut up but now all it ever does is stay quiet. It doesn’t think, it has nothing to say. I feel like it has finally given up.
I wanted to be touched by him,
get down on my knees for him.
I needed short soft kisses
and bruises on my back.
Our bodies merged well together,
unlike the colours in our heads.
He needed long rough kisses
and restless fingers in his hair.
I needed to be violated,
he needed me to care.