but that's just a euphemism, if you want the truth he was out of control
They were all fucked up, high on whatever they could get their hands on
Both staring at you knowing they had all the power
Take off all your clothes, let them drop to the floor
He takes a blade to your back
Its teasing your skin as he sweeps the hair from your neck and mumbles in your ear
The scissors cut and broken pink lace falls to the floor
the last evidence you once had control
and you’re thankful the knife didn’t slip and stab you in the back again
In the kitchen, you're standing there, naked as they stare
you’ve got nothing left to keep, and nothing left to lose.
after all, they adore you when you look this way
The two of them have this way of saying "it's us" that makes it sound like a promise.
Holding your arms to the side so you cant cover up and he touches your body, kisses your lips and says you’re beautiful like this, all stripped down
but this lustful-ness for your bare body is as misleading as when he said “i love you” with his hands wrapped around your neck
you wake up naked, feeling alone, on one side of the bed
bruised, confused and hurting, you feel like you’re nothing
as you remember the night before:
when he asked you about the earrings you wore
asked if the diamonds are real, "you know...worth anything", and if he can sell them
as if he has ever asked permission to take something from you
his words speak like an action but to his disappointment the diamonds are cheap and fake, just like his love
a few pleasantries before his friend leaves the room and he takes you outside
in the backyard, wrapped around the house he pulls down your shirt
he takes off your shorts and lowers his pants-just low enough
he kisses you hard with a tight grip on your body
you try to say no, you ask him to wait, knowing you’ve already lost
with neighbors windows facing you and your shameful body, an embarrassing reminder of your misery, you’re his misery’s company
so either fuck him in his best friends backyard…or leave
but you stay
you kiss back
a reckless inexplicable rush. passion fueled by a misguided desire to make him happy
the dark starless sky and the cold rushing wind surrounds the two of you
somehow the moonlight makes his love feel real
so of course you stayed
you’ve always stayed
and when the morning came, and the blurred night could no longer mask his cold stone heart, you run
fast as you can, you run, before reality can bitch slap you, you get away
and you think- how the hell do you still find yourself loving someone who treats you this way
you love him so much it physically hurts
and you’d do anything to stop loving him and make the pain go away
the sun just went down on the next day, and your aching body freshly stamped with his bruises still wishes he was beside you
cocaine in his brain, his heart frozen and his hands numb, you just want him touching you, holding you, even if it's to hold you down with a frustrated grip.
it calms the chaos and the pain in your heart, because torture with him is so much easier to get through than the torture of being without him.