is he everything you’ve ever dreamed of.
do you let him push you down
and hold his foot
to your throat,
like i did.
do you let him keep you hidden,
in the darkness of his sheets.
do you like when he says
you’ll never be enough.
do you let him rip your skin off,
until you’re nothing but
muscle and bones.
do you let him abuse you,
the way i used to.
because if you do ...
one day you will run out of hair to pull out,
and blood for him to drain
just like i did.
and you will wake up alone.
and it will be your fault,
for running dry.
and he’ll already be on the hunt
for his next supper.
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
is he everything you’ve ever dreamed of.
do you let him push you down
and hold his foot
to your throat,
like i did.
do you let him keep you hidden,
in the darkness of his sheets.
do you like when he says
you’ll never be enough.
do you let him rip your skin off,
until you’re nothing but
muscle and bones.
do you let him abuse you,
the way i used to.
because if you do ...
one day you will run out of hair to pull out,
and blood for him to drain
just like i did.
and you will wake up alone.
and it will be your fault,
for running dry.
and he’ll already be on the hunt
for his next supper.
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