I didn’t get addicted to you as one gets accustomed to a drug,
I loved you at once
when you shed your demons upon me,
when you showed me your disfigured face,
I loved you when you loved me the least,
because it was then that I recognized you.
How could I not redeem you
when you bled your sins out on my hands?
I wrenched my heart out and grafted yours.
But now that I made restitution,
two pulses beat in you, while I linger on none.