Own Me

I never wanted to fall in love.

I never wanted to care for someone.

I just want the man in my headphones to sing me a lullaby and kiss me goodnight like I’m the love of his life.

I want the music notes to rock me to sleep ever so gently, as if I was the most rare and precious thing to have ever been spoken into existence.

Alas, I’m alone.

I will always be alone.

It’s better this way.

I won’t strain my heart for the neediest of people, who drink up all the wine I serve, and eat all of the bread I bring.

Alone.

I have an abundance of time, an abundance of you.

And you, are the only person you have to live with.

Much less love.

It’s just my skin.

It had no value to you.

You graze my legs, and run your rough, hands across my black panties and smile.

You want to own me...

You want to leave me, battered and bruised, with purple and black finger prints, and bright red kisses all over my back, and body.

You’re just a child.

You don’t care for me.

You don’t love me.

A.P.M