Helped.

I awoke from
A dream
Of continuity.
We were still
Entwined and I begged
(Like I often did)
To remain
Close to you.
You were closed
To me –
Like you often were.
I loved with
The fires of
Freya –
And you were
Cold stone
Walls and indigo
Ichor –
Stomach churning anxiety
And emptiness.
You were my
Favorite addiction –
The spike I drove
Into my own side
Willingly.
I would have done
Anything for those
Rare glimpses
Into your personal
Abyss,
Which you hoarded
And guarded;
And I tortured myself
Always wondering
Why you protected
It from me –
What flaw did you
Imagine
Was so dangerous?
I begged.
You retreated.
And so I left you –
Like I often did –
Because my own
Cold bed
Was more comforting
Than a man made
From stone with
Walls of iron
Reminding me I’d
Never be enough
Of anything
To share his
World with openness.
I asked.
Help arrived.
From the unlikeliest
Of places –
Just as it often does.

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