There are stories

My stomach walls

are flooded with tears

I am full

starved of love, laughter and sex

There is nothing to be said after

Story story story

Sorry

I mean it

For my stories

It was all true, you know?

The way it happened

The way I said it happened

But it hurts you,

My stories hurt you

because you 

want to be

my story

You, saviour

You, all

Me, nothing

without you

Me, yours

Was it the way I told it,  

that I told you,

or that it happened

with me

at the center of it all

being the villain,

cutting myself and losing pieces of me

stinging others and becoming them

trying to sew it back on

the pieces I lost

like a hero

flesh to flesh

blood dripping

scars forming

memories jammed

as I call your name

asking you to stay

when you had already left

not giving a fuck about my story

the way it happened

the way I said it happened