I hope he doesn't look into your eyes while you're doing it
just like he didn't me
I hope he pulls you apart into little pieces
and puts you on the mantle
and tells you that your hair is wrong or your smile is crooked
I hope he tells you that you're too much
too loud, too mean, too wrong
I hope you crumble into a thousand tiny little pieces
and fall on the floor to get trampled on

I hope he holds you down face first while you're doing it
just like he did me
I hope he puts you back together all wrong
but uses you anyway
shoves himself into every small part of you
until you ache for days and weeks
and I hope you feel it months from now
every ache yanking you farther from his side

I hope he leaves you messages on your phone, when he's feeling lonely
just like he does me
reminds you of the first night where he smothered you
with his fist alone
I hope you're in the shopping centre when you remember
and drop a jar of peanut butter onto the floor
I hope it shatters to pieces
and leaves shards of itself into your foot

I hope he stops when you say no
just like he wouldn't do for me
I hope you don't get bound and chained
with metal chain links
I hope he won't force himself into you, hard
until your eyes water so much tears roll down your cheeks
and gather at the base of your neck.