I…find it painful
to find your pen
full of words
empty of comfort
for me.

Your wounds throb
With a solace
by my caress.
My love.

Its easy to
My strength
And not the space
I need filled.

You’re hurting
Me, this time,
With your satisfaction.
Although I love you
I find it…painful.

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