Demarcation

I was nervous to see you,
but the only thing that mattered to me,
I was ashamed to say it,
but the only thing that mattered was your brain,

not so much your heart,
because I felt there was not much left of that,
or was there,

and my arms were shaking,
a lot,
too much for my own good,

and I started to hate myself a little bit more,
each day,
and the day after that