You got me to a place where fear no longer operates.
I still get my head fucked on the weirdest of occasions, but.
You play these curious games, and so names no longer hurt.
Not much; not so often; not lingeringly;
no longer longingly.
You hollow me out for the purposes of your experiment.
And ultimately I am happy for the happinesses of others, for it is clear
my own need not exist.