so stop calling, please. i deserve better than your bruises... |
i waited at the entrance i waited for you at the door she says why are you going there? what are you looking for? the floor swims beneath my feet and we reach the elevator i should’ve listened to her first second four more stories rising it’s not surprising when you ask me why else would you be here? red fever flush across my cheeks you catch my mouth and kiss me deep why did i come here? why else would you call? your arms wrap around me i’m reminded that i’m small weak powerless against your strength your teeth you’re hurting me i try to say my nails down your back you relax unclench unclasp me like a broken locket something once so pretty something full of special things at least you said so princess yeah? who deserved to be treated like a fucking queen? well you fucked the queen then laughed and said it was too bad you were so mean i agreed i stood and looked upon you and agreed i’m still agreeing as i cover up the bruises i agree when i’m recalling you grabbing my hair my falling to my knees i agree when your eyes flash gold and angry when you squeeze my hand and maybe it’s too tight yes i agree when you threaten to lay your hands on me i agree that it’s too bad that you are so damn mean today i vow to stop the cycle today i vow to give up you today i change positions today i find a new view for i deserve something better i deserve a piece that fits i deserve a man a real man and you are anything but this |