Punches 2

Punches remind me I'm loved. They're the burning lack of attention i so desperately crave. So much so that I'd rather hurt for you than feel nothing at all. Punches remind me I'm dependent, and if I depend on you, that means you owe me a baseline of care that I'll latch onto and won't let go of. Not when I feel my body involuntarily tense near you, or when I'm sitting so close to you that we're worlds apart. The dull thuds and the ache in my gut and my paralysed lungs gasping for air spell it out "you still love me."