You built me up in the beginning, just to put me down in the end.
I was insecure,
you saw that,
you knew
that.
You complimented me,
building me up,
making my
confidence flourish,
you helped me
feel beautiful.
Then came the
lust and I
became insecure
once again.
I thought in
order to be
beautiful for you,
I had to please you.
I was insecure,
but to the point where
I would stop and
not go further.
I knew what you
liked already,
I didn't want to do
something else where
maybe you didn't
like what you saw
and
you weren't pleased.