I Did Not Complain

I did not complain when you plundered my skin,
Erasing the blush from my burning cheeks.
 
I did not complain when you punctured my veins,
Nourishing yourself from the wells of my soul.
 
I did not complain when you gorged upon my flesh,
Peeling back the layers to satisfy your hunger.
 
I did not complain when you impregnated me with your poisons,
Robbing the fertility from the depths of my womb.
 
I did not complain when you choked my lungs with your addiction,
Fueling your conquest of my blood and bone.
 
I did not complain when you carved your legacy from my bosom,
Disfiguring my beauty to entertain your acquisitiveness.
 
I merely lie before you, drawing my failing breaths as you say,
I love you darling, but I need you to give me more.