Sometimes people look like loaded guns
sometimes loaded guns look like friends
sometimes I can’t tell the difference
I flinch when he touches me
cry when sex is too soft
because it reminds me of assault
I beg him to hit me harder
fuck me rougher
call me a bitch
a slut
tell me I’m worthless
valitdate every negative thought
cut me
deeper
than I ever have before
give me new scars to wear like tattoos
say you wanna fuck me
dont call it making love
when you are done
hand me a loaded gun
and say it is my friend
when I ask you why
say there is no difference
say this is what people really look like