i think it started
when you realised that i
wanted to be ruined
a little bit more
than i wanted to be loved
i think it started when you said
"i'm half a person without you"
and i said
"liar"
i think it started when i was sixteen
you followed me
you followed me
and my friends said that it was
"cute"
see my mother asked me
if you'd hurt me
laid a finger on me
and i thought of the bruises and the blood on my teeth and the scar on my neck just at the top of my spine and the feeling of being sixteen and too young and the bruises and the bruises and the way your eyes flashed and the aches in my soul and i said
"no"
but thank you
for treating me as if
i were invisible.
you never saw me coming.
