he is a cocoon,
a rock,
an escape,
he keeps you warm on sunday mornings,
makes you feel safe and secure.
but deep down
you know that this
just temporary.
and that
you need to
grow your wings and
fly away
soon.

YOU TREAT ME LIKE **** BUT THEN YOU KISS MY NECK AND ALL OF THE BAD THINGS FADE AWAY AND MY THOUGHTS ARE THE SMASHED GLASS OF LAST NIGHT'S ***** BOTTLE AND THE STAINED LIQUID ON THE CARPET AND I CAN'T BREATHE BECAUSE YOU ARE TOXIC BUT I CAN'T LET YOU GO