You're hurting me and I don't like it this time.
Stop it!
It hurts the longer these words are stabbed in my throat.
"I don't love you" wrapped into a rope and twisted round my throat.
It left bruises, like you
but this time you didn't kiss me with your mouth.

Slices formed in my skin,
pouring blood, like I had pulled each heart string by strand,
and laid it on my arm.
Like the scratches I formed on your back for fun.
This violent romance was our little secret,
but when it came to romance you never told.

You loved me from behind because then you couldn't see my eyes,
only the pleasure my body gave yours.
Didn't you consider,
you cross my mind from time to time.
In fact,
I wish you would get out.
I want to sleep without you
                                                -in this bed
                                                -in this head.