If you loved me as hard as you ****** me, maybe we could turn this into something extraordinary. Instead your hands caress my curves as you try to pound the sadness out of me. But here’s the truth, if I loved myself even an ounce more than I hate the person I have become, there’d be no chance in hell that I would be between your sheets wanting to crawl out of my skin. I would be glowing in the arms of someone who holds me like they’d lose a part of themselves if they ever lost me. So here I am fighting back tears as you tell me how good I am. Finally breaking down, “I never meant to make you cry” as you just watch me sob uncontrollably. This is who I’ve become, a reflection of you. Yet your still the only person I have eyes for.