I think he loved drinking
Just a little too much
The bottle clinking his teeth
As Starka dripped past his lips trailing down his chin

I think he loved fighting
Just a little too much
His heart racing as he grabbed my wrist
Smiling at the fear in my eyes

I think he loved touching
Just a little too much
After all, I was his
And I was to do what I was told

It’s hard to think of yourself as a person
When someone else had owned you for so long
I can’t remember the last time I could see bruises on my throat
And think that it was bad
He loved me

“They’re marks of ownership cupcake.”
His teeth biting at my neck as tears streamed down my cheeks
But he’s gone
Left me for some beautiful girl who spoke and the skies lit up
I’ve become a pretty dead thing sitting on the shelf