Tell me you can’t keep your hands to yourself, because I’m too irresistible and you love to see the marks that claim me as yours,
Tell me I’m beautiful as I rub the bruises you left along my arms,
Tell me you love to see me seethe and rage with envy; that’s why you have to flirt with other women, so you know I only see you.
Tell me that your eyes only wander because you’re so lucky to have found me: that she was another way to confirm that I’m the only one for you.
Tell me that I have never looked lovelier in red than when I wear that dress: the one that covers all of my skin and shame.
Tell me you love me; paint the lie as pretty as my face, covered in shimmering concealer and red lips,
Tell me you’ll never find anyone like me; that your affection for me causes your jealously and the need for constant gratification.
Tell me that I should be so lucky; that not just anyone will want me, a washed up scrape of used goods,
Tell me that my worth is found only in you; that I would be nothing if I didn’t have you.
Tell me that I am nothing without you; say it so much that I start to believe it,
And tell me that I will never find anyone like you, until I think that there is no one that will love me the way I am, and that you are my only hope.
Tell me these lies until I believe them as truth,
And watch me fold into the person I used to be, hollowing out to the carcass you crave.
Until the day where you tell me the one lie that I refuse to believe,
And I find myself doubting the very control you sought over me,
Only then will I be able to fight the hold you cast over me,
And only then will I be able to see the controller and the abuse,
But until then, tell me how beautiful I am when I’m on my knees in front of you,
Begging for all the wrong attention.
Tell me how I will never be anything without you; until someone shows me how to be a person without you.