On the cusp

You’ve pushed me to my ends.

So far that I no longer feel myself but a constantly changing depiction of what you need.

You’ve hurt me in irreversible ways, cuts heal but leaves scars, ones that laden my eyes and my heart.

There’s no escaping it, no escaping you.

You lift me to my highest and also produce my worst.

I need more, more of you, more from you- even if it is your worst.

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