My New Boyfriend

I tell myself

  That I want this

  But do I really?

I tell him that I love him,

  But isn't it really

  Just fear of being alone?

What are bruises to my skin

   Far more delicate is the soul within

So desperate for affection

I will take what he gives

  And suffer in silence

  Through both our tears.

Can't they understand,

  Those who condemn and judge,

  That I need him

    And I deserve him.