I will not get on my knees And bow at your feet Or beg and plead For you to stay here And cuddle me in Like you always did. I do not need you Or your voice Raised against mine Acting as if you can sweep me off of my feet Just to collide with the ground, Again and again Using only hands and lips, you Left marks on my bones and your scent covering my skin. Tracing lines down my spine you read each vertabrae like your favourite book, Again and again. And I have given chances One, two, and three. I've since stopped trying to deny you, and my protests an attempt to convince you and myself that I am strong enough to say no but it always comes out as yes, yes, yes.