"Lie on your back like a good girl," he tells you
and you let him take you.
It's a curse and a crime and it burns like hell
As he desecrates the flesh you thought you hated
till his touch made you realize just how precious it had been.
He presses you down, the weight of shame
How will you look in the mirror, now, with the stains of his hands
Red and black
Forever scarred upon your skin?
You thought you hated yourself then.
Just wait till morning
But he's finishing, now
Taking the last of you with him, and in his desire he is cruel
So why do you see tenderness?
Because he stroked your hair and read you Shakespeare?
Doesn't matter; when he said your name you thought you loved him
It was your body, always your body, that got in the way
Now that's his too and he can keep it.
You thought he'd make you whole?
Completion feels like willing rape
An excuse they'd laugh at in court
You wanted it
You let him
He thought you wanted it as much as you did
There's only so much you can give away
And as he spends his last and whispers a name
It might have been yours
you've nothing left to give
the rose he sent you is dying in its vase.