I make a lot of mistakes

I don't need a lover who runs his fingers over my nose, hair, and other parts of my body! I don't need a mother who asks me: "Did you eat, sleep, or do you have money?" I just want a companion now; someone who won't be bothered by my silence, my stillness, my standing for hours under hot water; my sudden crying, my praying and closing my eyes, my ravenous appetite for food, my standing fearfully with my arms folded, my enemy chasing me with my hair, my singing to the sky while the choking pain suffocates me; and I want air, I don't need anything here but some air. I need life with ordinary details: menstrual blood, placenta blood, wound blood, tear blood, loss blood, slap blood, hug, hug, then hug...