Between hushed pants and ‘I love you’s’ I laid silent.
How could someone who claimed to love me so much do this to me?
The ceiling is to keep one closed in and safe,
So why when I looked at the ceiling was I in danger
Through rhythms that repeated, I prayed for it to be over.
“It only lasts A few minutes” I told myself
I reassured myself I’d keep you forever this way
No matter how many times I let you do it despite it ruining my sanity,
You left.
It happened so often I twisted it in my mind and told myself that this was your way of love,