It's horribly unruly the way you love me.
I don't like it when you promise me a day's silver to spend on nickel and tin, then with the same shackles you'll tie my neck around the soft, white chair you got me for my new home, and whisper in my ear that I am yours.
But I like you.
I don't like it when you dip your fingers in wickedly hot honey and smear it across my thighs in an attempt to soothe my nerves, and then you'll screech a knife along the length of my ear and say that girls like me are meant to be destroyed.
But I like you.
I don't like it when you buy gallons of wheat water and force me to take a bath in it, you'll splash milk harshly along my body, and say that pieces of art need to be treasured, that my body and I are yours to keep only.
But I like you.
I don't like it when you cough out grass and violet weeds, and then grab me by my hair to make me clean up after you, you say that I am not only your own but also your savior.
But I like you.
I don't like it when you bring home bottles of bitter wine and chug it down the throats of our dogs, with them in slumber you'll make me hear about your weirdly bad day, and force me to love you the way you do me.
But I like you.
It's horribly unruly, the way you love me.
But it's even more unruly,
the way I love you more.
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