i only let you treat me like that because i knew if i didn't,
you'd leave.
i am no feminist. i bend backwards, twist my morals, my boundaries just so that i could get the faint sense that i might have a chance.
the chance that you make me work so hard for,
even though i know any other in your position would worship me.
but because of my constant acrobatics of my soul,
it seems to be stuck in a position with you.