His poison of compassion

Deep cut.
Revolting heart, lost, not knowing how to feel.
Little somatosensory input.
Minimal vaginal input.
It hurts.
You hurt me.
Do it again.
Cause tomorrow I'll feel it all,
the sweet pain of emptiness.
And my breath getting heavier when I think of you.
But no contact.
Why do I know your brother, your father, your sister, your mother?
I want you to be faceless.
Emotionless.
But full of compassion.
To sooth my loneliness.
To make my eyes glow again.
Or not.
But full of compassion.

P.S. For M. who is reckless.