the way you loved me worked

even if the way you loved me hurt

but I’d long ago gotten used to it

after all, I’d gotten use through it

I prefer a pain that prepares me

and being ignored just scares me

so I was always going to make it

to show you that I could take it

while you’d never been challenged

for manners you had learned malice

I felt that I could reach you

felt my submission would teach you

oh, you hurt me as routine

but my wants were as you need

I surrendered pride and peace

for attention

traded self-esteem and dignity

for a mention

I am torn for your amusement

worn or warned as you choose it

you found new ways to destroy

apology used as a decoy

my body served you first and last

you never had to ask

I had to beg for reciprocity

or for you to get on top of me

to adore me in your lust

you’d just ignore me in your rush

your pleasing was to oblige me

but you’ve never been inside me

while I emptied you of desire

you just let mines expire…

but the way you loved me worked

even if the way you loved me hurt.

-see

©2018 Cornelious “See” Flowers

@seethepoet