it used to be so easy for me to hurt him.

i snapped and stabbed with ease,

tore and poisoned on a whim, brutally,

efficiently.

i was a merciless assassin.

i only break his heart subtly now.

it’s bloodless and beneath the surface. 

he was unwelcome

but the grooves have worn in.

and there is the fact that i desire nothing

(else)