What do your lovers call you?

What do your lovers call you/ when they reach out for you / across the cold middle of the bed?/ Do you even let it get cold/ while they are there? / Do you wait until they are gone?/ If you were closer, I'd know./ I'd see it all as we fuck/ up our own lives/ while we fuck each other./ But then I wouldn't know you—/ just the masks, the games,/ not the scared, scarred girl.