She didn't stop
Because I was self
Destructive.
She didn't stop
Because her hands
Had touched the
Core of my demented
Existence.
She didn't stop
Because I took a
Sharp inhale of a
Breath at the
Feeling.
She stopped because...

Maybe she should
Have unzipped my jeans
And pulled them off.
Maybe she should have
Walked me over to
A closed door and
Pushed me against a wall
Until my knees buckled
And we sank to the ground.
Maybe she should have
Slipped off my shirt
And felt me up.
Maybe I should have
Let her demons get
Farther than she wanted
Them to.

Maybe she would still
Be mine if my stomach
Hadn't had blades on it
Too many ******* times.
Maybe she would still
Hold me if I hadn't stopped
When she did.

Maybe she'd still want
Me like that if...

No...

It would still be
The same.