I clean it up with toilet paper and flush the blood and the memories of you away. For good.
You want to be loved, as if you’ve never been loved before. Unconditionally, with no strings attached. Patiently. Gently. Softly. Like falling leaves in autumn. You want to be forgiven, for all the flaws and perfections that you lack. Tirelessly, working together in harmony. Suddenly. Abruptly. Continually. Like the full moon circles the earth. [...]
Do I stay? Do I run? Like I’ve always done? Who do I run from now? When my heart and my head are still always there, following close behind.