He kisses me.
Only to cut open my wounds.
Only to pretend like it's nothing.
Only to make me cheap.
He kisses me.
Only to make me fall in love.
Only because it makes sense.
Only because he loves me.
He hits me where it hurts.
He nurses my wounds every night.
He breaks me into pieces.
He glues all the scattered pieces together.
He treats me like his fetish.
He treats me like I'm his soul.
But I cannot choose now,
The choice is no longer mine.
