not you

i too am a human,
an accumulation of desire.
i loathe over myself,
of letting my first blood, not through you.
i despise my skin.
no.
my skin despises me,
of getting ruptured not first by you.
a hunger still engulfs,
to inhale your deepest creases
and letting you of mine.
whatever reasons I give,
the night never seems to understand.
i yearn, am a human.

i am sorry.
sorry, I gave in.