She spits in my mouth
and asks if i want to be hurt
i answer in the affirmative
not expecting the months of
gas lighting that follow
i’m already fearful of this
desperate intimacy and now
i’ve invited You into my head
You twist my words until
my thoughts are straining
You swear You love me
as You scoop out my soft insides
every time i’m a little more hollow
You pour Your ideals in
until i’m breathing in sync
with Your desires
i’m not certain this is safe
or sane anymore
but I open my own mouth
so it must be consensual