is this what true love is?
on my knees, grasping at the soft fabric of your clothing and pleading for you to not hit me again, my tears and makeup staining my face.
is this was true love is?
covering my black eye and bruised flesh with foundation - the thing we're starting to lose. im feeling it crumble beneath our feet like an ancient rock formation. baby, we're eroding away and you don't even fucking notice.
is this what true love is?
another night on my knees but instead of gripping fabric, my hands make contact with the skin of your hips as you force yourself into my mouth and down my throat, once again bringing tears to my eyes.
is this what true love is?
naked and bound as you hush away my protests and steal my innocence, the words "no" and "stop" coming out from my mouth like a broken record.
is this what true love is?
constantly ignoring my pleas and eating my forbidden fruit, making it rot me all the way to my core, unable to be as fresh as i once was.
is this what true love is?
holding me at gunpoint during every fight, finger on the trigger and craving to shoot. i always wonder what stopped you from ripping my skull open with a bullet.
is this what true love is?
the only compliments you give me being how gorgeous my brains would look splattered on the wall, how beautifully my organs would glisten like morning dew on the grass in our yard, how you'd love to ravage my corpse because for once you wouldn't hear a complaint.
is this what true love is?
yes. it has to be. because even though you're gone im still hooked on the thought of your presence. even though you stole my innocence in all possible ways, id let you do it again, even though you'd force yourself in anyways. you beat me until i was covered in the colors of the night. the colors of your love.
this is what true love is.
not being able to see a reflection in your eyes, but flames and anger as you shove me against a wall, telling me im a worthless little cunt. your worthless little cunt.
this is what true love is.
finally silencing my protests and letting you do as you wish. im not a person anymore; im a toy. your toy. and you made me realize that.
this is what true love is.
returning the compliments you gave to me but now seeing for myself how true everything is, taking your beloved handgun from your nightstand.
this is what true love is.
blowing your brains out and watching your body fall to the ground, your blood and brain matter making a mess of the room.
this is what true love is.
smiling at your corpse and whispering "finally im free." then turning the gun on myself, thinking we can finally be happy together.
this is what true love is.
once again pulling the trigger, my lifeless body falling on top of yours
