We were listening to California Love when your friend left my room at midnight
and you decided to stay longer and move onto the single bed of my dorm room.
I didn't ask for you and I to be alone in my room.
I didn't ask for bruises on my neck or a permanently locked door or a situation I never thought I'd end up in—
but somehow I ended up with them.
You want to be a model and it shows—
you wanted photos on your phone
of us making out before i kicked you out of my room
with a smile on my face because violence
is scarier when you could reciprocate it
(i know you're not above that).
you started crying because I am "so beautiful,"
taking off my shirt
"too beautiful to pass up."
"Like Barbie"
It took me twenty minutes to convince you to leave
with California Love playing again on my laptop.
California only loved you because they love ****** up try-hards who did too much coke once and dropped out of university.
Tonight a guy pinned me down to my bed and wouldn't get off.
He then started to cry because I told him no.
But he didn't get off.
I cried for the first time in months because I've never felt real fear towards a person before.