it’s impossiblefor one person tofill you upin all the waysyou need to be filledyour partnercan’t be your everything

the rape willtear youin halfbut it will notend you

how do i welcome in kindnesswhen i have only practicedspreading my legs for the terrifyingwhat am i to do with youif my idea of love is violencebut you are sweetif your concept of passion is eye contactbut mine is ragehow can i call this intimacyif i crave sharp edgesbut your edges aren't even edgesthey are soft landingshow do i teach muselfto accept a healthy loveif all i've ever known is pain

i used to crybecause i could not finda good man to love menow i have one andhe isn’t enoughthe others were alwayshalfway out the door- that’s what made them alluring

i can't tell if my mother isterrified or in love withmy father it alllooks the samei flinch when you touch mei fear it is him

love is not cruelwe are cruellove is not a gamewe have made a gameout of love