black on black

I can see this now for what it really is
and I wonder how I didn’t see it before
the power plays and games of words
the barely veiled threats to make me conform
to your indomitable will

it’s not my style to bow down and kiss your feet
or worship the hallowed ground you’re walking on
it’s not my way to make it easy
and fall in line despite my easy going attitude
that goes more with the flow than it sometimes should

I’m in, and I want out now
untangle myself from these abusive bed sheets
that feel too good beneath your touch
‘cause sex just isn’t worth the mind fuck

I’m weak and I hate that I haven’t picked myself up off the floor
and told you where you can shove your self-assured
self-righteous attitude

so I’ll lie down and let you kick me a couple more times
because I really hate to fight
and one night soon I’ll slip from your drunken grasp
and disappear into the darkness as if I was never there at all

call it what you want sweetheart
but this ain’t love

- Eve -