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I loved you more because you crushed my heart into dust and blew it into the sky.
A dreamer might have confused it for glittery grit stuck in the moon's eye.
As I dreamer, I dreamt, head pressed to my pillow, surrounded by the dark
as you pummeled and pushed harder and harder, as hard as you desired.
I loved you more because you pushed me into a well darker than night or hell.
From there, I saw no constellations, only the ghost of your sleeping face.
The next morning was not just wet but bloody when you found me.
I started out seeped, soggy, and soaked clear and then crimson.
I loved you more because you yelled and ordered me never to tell
of the times you nearly turned me into a pile of hair and bones.
Every morning meant your muscles pressed against mine.
And I loved you because I thought cuts and bruises meant love.
And I loved you because I thought welts and bandages meant love.
And I loved you because I thought loathing meant love, sweet love.
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