You fell in love with my negative space, the parts of me that I couldn't stand to see, but when your hand reached between my thighs, I said okay.

You told me you liked my smile, but only when I was unbuttoning my shirt, but when you asked if I wanted this, I said okay.

You promised me we would be okay, that all my fears would go away, when you told my to lie down and close my eyes, I said okay.

If this is what love is, I'm not okay.