You fell in love with my negative space, the parts of me that I couldn't stand to see, but when your hand reached between my thighs, I said okay.
You told me you liked my smile, but only when I was unbuttoning my shirt, but when you asked if I wanted this, I said okay.
You promised me we would be okay, that all my fears would go away, when you told my to lie down and close my eyes, I said okay.
If this is what love is, I'm not okay.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC
You fell in love with my negative space, the parts of me that I couldn't stand to see, but when your hand reached between my thighs, I said okay.
You told me you liked my smile, but only when I was unbuttoning my shirt, but when you asked if I wanted this, I said okay.
You promised me we would be okay, that all my fears would go away, when you told my to lie down and close my eyes, I said okay.
If this is what love is, I'm not okay.
