“We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with” you say but whenever there is silence you tell me how much you want it. “You look so pretty in that” but it’s the only picture in which you can see down my top. “Can you come over? I need you” you say as you remind me you love me for me and not what you can get out of me. I want you to need me and not just for lust. I tell you,” good night, love you” swallowing the,”we hardly talked today i miss you.” You leave me feeling like a bug on its back, flailing to get up. The thought of things I did with you that I swore I would never do hits me like a beat drop. But I think part of you grew to hate me, so all of me was forced to survive you.