Give him everything you are. Strip yourself to bare skin with chills on your spine. Wishbones and collar bones, your ribs protruding through your shirt. He doesn't like fat girls. So love begins on your knees in a bathroom stall 10 minutes after lunch. Stomach acid burns your esophagus. "I wonder if his **** going down will hurt as bad as ***** coming up?" Be skinny. Be everything he dreams. Quiet, soft, subtle, pretty and confused. Be this, that, and everything in between. Be willing. Be recyclable. Be trash. Broken glass in your retinas, don't look him in the eye. Let him have every part of you, but hold back the feelings. Be emotionless. Be empty. Now hope to god its enough for him to stay. Ignore every part of you screaming "he doesn't love you". Unbutton your pants, pull off your ******* and reply, "But I can make him."