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.