I loved a boy who tasted like cigarettes
And would hit me so hard I could taste the blood in my mouth for weeks
He told me he loved me
Promised me he loved me
But he had to make sure I knew my place
He needed to know I understood that I was beneath him
I needed to understand that a woman’s mouth was solely made for two things:
To respond and to please

I loved a boy who wreaked of alcohol
And left me black and blue as the midnight sky
I was stubborn
I couldn’t understand being beneath him
I didn’t want to understand appeasing him
I couldn’t grasp the concept of only speaking when I was spoken to
The cigarette smoke was clouding his judgment
The alcohol was allowing him to drown in a fantasy that would never be

I loved a boy who loved the thought of a broken girl
But I was a loaded gun
And he wanted all my bullets emptied out of me