Monday, 16 February 2015
10:36:21 AM (GMT)
Honestly, that never happened,
Lying is your favourite passion
Baby, don't make me your dirty little secret, something you hide in your closet when
your friends come over. Baby, dint you see how much I love you? Don't act like this
relationship means nothing to you. Why do you get so mad when you see me with him?
Why did you get upset when his hand was on my thigh if this means nothing to you?
Baby, don't make me leave, because you know I will. Let's be civil and play by the
rules and everything will be okay. If you want me to leave, then I'll leave. I'll go
and you'll never see me again. I'll go back to him and his hand on my thigh.
Waiting for you in that dirty bedroom, tears making my makeup smear. Biting my lip
until it bleeds, scratching my flesh until there are marks up and down my arms.
You'll see me with him, his hands in my lap and his lips on my neck. You'll see his
marks cover yours, my head thrown back in the ecstasy you never gave me. You'll see
me with them, each night another one, touching what once was yours, what was only
privileged to you.
And you can do nothing about it.