Because you taught me to,
I will push the boundaries of subjection.
Twine me around the broken glass,
while beating the **** out of my mental clarity.
You laugh,
because you've endured the same.
We sit in coffee shops,
ever calm and ever vital.
You argue with me like there is some imaginary competition within the area.
What have you to lose from my contentment?
What have you to gain from being stubborn?
When you love me,
you love me angrily,
"Passionately."
It is all I take not bellow from the scorches and whips of your intellect.
Is it I who exposed you to such inevitable hard-ship?
Still as I silently ponder these notions,
accusations.
I will sit and grin with you,
and talk about your ****** philosophies;
Nodding in agreement with your thesis like the little dependent girl that you've created me to be.
You taught me.