sicko

and i suffer
every ounce of sandbags you throw at me
with every word you mutter
utter
utterly stupid
you count every tear i drop
and double the amount

what did you see in me?

i am not a fucking rag doll you can
destroy

but then again
i said it too late
too late
my body is battered
and i am
used
once and for all

watching you weigh every lie
and compliment yourself
i choke on glass you
stuff in my mouth
carving the outline on my lips
saying
"they should be bigger"

you shave me from my beauty
and keep to yourself
a sick fetish
whereby you
sit across my twisted body
and break every bone
left unbroken
like every promise
you ever made