they all tell me im pretty.
i do not need to please by sitting on their laps or allow their wandering hands.
i do not need to endure the relentless comments about how i will never find better and accusations that I have.
i do not need to allow the gross misconduct or the degrading words.
the more you put me through, the more the compliments mean.

Compliments that only spill from your lips
when they are swollen because of mine.

I do not believe you.

Were the promises you made lies?
Or right now is your brain in a haze?

All I want to know is, was everything a lie?
Or can you just not deal with it right now?

Is this only for right now or this this forever?

I remember us.
Lying on your bed, I traced the skin under your ear.
You asked me if I was writing something,
I whispered in reply as to not break the tranquility that surround us.
"Just meaningless things."

I knew those words I wrote that day did not help.
In fact my soft engraving seemed to now be a mocking reminder in my memory.
It was in desperation that my fingertip traced.
'Please don't hurt me. I love you.'

I am trapped in my body, watching the figure that patrols it around doing what she wants and saying what she will.
My mind feels muddled as the words 'I do not care' pierces them.
Is this who i am?
I pull at the the bars that trap my mind around others,
my anxiety skyrocketing.
But the person in the cockpit simply replies to my worries and woes, "oh well, I'll worry about that sometime soon"