how far have i fallen?
i can't see anything except for you
you turn away. you hide your eyes.
i guess i was expected to run and hide
but i've seen your temper work
your hands on my throat and hips
i wore your bruises, your frustration, your terror
with pride and glory: all these broken bones
just so you would see me.

i don't sleep; there isn't any need
my peace of mind comes from your pretty face
dangerous to my self-control even lost in dreams.
i can't concentrate when you're so close
trying to rationalize your ambition and the
the betrayal and the jealousy you commanded;
i wasn't allowed to talk, to look, to sleep
kept pressed to your heart so i would suffocate,
but better to die of you than without you.

wearing your skin on my bones
you pulled me in this far and now you expect
that you won't be held responsible for my idolatry?
i guess faux narcissism is doing you good.

your tongue is accented like a
sweet spanish question mark and i
can't escape believing in your false promises
maybe it's the voice the eyes the searching hands
all physical things that don't compare to the sanctity
given to me by just your words sweet-n-low in my ears
i have to believe in something it may as well be you
you didn't mean to make it this easy for me

and you should know before i pretend to go
i am not afraid of your s&m retribution - of you
you told me not to be so reserved to take what i need
consider this your taking.

i'm not worried about those other girls.
they have pretty faces and no substance;
i watched you get bored of them before.
i don't care about what your friends think.
you know what you want and so do i
for once it seems i'm the one in control
so don't waste your rages on me,
i will not run from you.