The only reason you call me beautiful
Is so I’ll take my bra off.
I’m not stupid,
Or at least I didn’t think I was.
I strip down to skin for your pleasure.
I fell for it.
The whole package.
The way you said it.
“Beautiful.”
So assured with a the slightest flash of those teeth.
“Beautiful.”
I believed it was the truth
When you said my name
Made me feel whole.  

You say you love me so I’ll take off my pants
I didn’t know what love was,
But I knew how many tiles were on your ceiling.  
I often mistake love for lust.
I mistake it like the taste of alcohol and your tongue,
For the late nights where you push me further.
I thought this was what all couples did.
I thought it was normal.
I thought it was love.

Baby, if you loved me
You would’ve respected me.
You would have taken my no
As a concrete answer
Instead a challenge you needed to win.

My mother now asks where that nice young man is
And why I had to go and ruin what we had,
Why I had to ruin our love.
But we had nothing but empty promises
And boundary breaking.
Maybe when the next boy comes around
With love poems and Cupid's arrow in his pants
I will recognize the warning signs.
And when he calls me beautiful
I will say
“**** straight.”
And then proceed to walk out of his room
Instead of taking the spot he reserved for me
Beneath his sheets of lust and deceit.