He doesn't understand that you can
taste the promises that his last lover left
And if He were to take your hand right now
you would drift right through him
And every compliment that he ever gave
only negated the smallest part of what they say to you

And he states that you are safe in his arms
But you're not three and you know that he is
blindingly oblivious to the privilege he holds
In his skin, in his eyes that he looks so adoringly at you with

He doesn't understand that attention often makes you nauseous
But thats' not a thing to admit because society, you know
And so you sleep
You sleep with him
But you never sleep with him because
you won't open yourself up
Because if you did, the cracks could never be hidden again