Boregard.

Your beard is itchy sometimes but I know it's yours so it doesn't bother me much. The way your lips upturn when you smile, the way your laugh lines curve. Your cheeks hollow slightly when you inhale one of my joints. I hate so many parts of you now that you've ruined me, know that. I hate how you slip your lip into my mouth because you know I want to suck on it. I hate the way your arms wrap around me tight enough to hold me together. I hate how you watch me with wonder, like I'm a foreign land undiscovered; Although you've seen and touched and licked every inch of me. I love the way you make me cry when you tell me I'm cheating on you. I love the way you make me too scared to talk to anybody albeit I'm alone. I f*cking love how you make me feel like less of a human with your rage. Make me less of a lion and more like a kitten with your hate. When it's good, baby, it's so good; your tenderness and love is astounding. When it's bad, it's really bad baby; the way you diminish the fire in me. My sanity is a broken bottle that keeps cracking because I shove everything inside. The more it breaks, the more shattered slivers end up missing.