Crawling Back To You

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Bruises. Scars. Cuts. Scratches.

"love marks"

Every night.

With every "stop" and "don't" he still always managed to get you to say yes.

"for me baby? "
"come on you owe me"
"please"
"I love u"
"you teased me baby please"

Don't give in. Your mind screams. Don't. DON'T. Do...nt?

The word no becomes forgotten.

Like a distant memory.

Yes. Yea. Sure. Okay.

Because of him now you're different. Now anyone can talk you to anything.

Gullible.
No common sense.
Idiot.
Stupid.
Easy.

That's what they call you.

But they don't understand why you're like that.

You weren't always like this.

Tough.
Strong.
Opinionated.

Until he came along.

You're guard went down for him. He loved you. You loved him. He changed you.

Weak.
Quiet.
Small.

That's how he left you.

And where is he now?

Gone.

Probably with someone else better than you.

And you're the last thing on his mind.