Does He Love Me Yet?

He told me I was bi sexual.

I wasn’t.

He echoed in my mind telling me that I had to let her ravage me to feel his love.

Beating.

Pulsing.

Does this turn you on yet?

He begged me to let a woman do things to me.

I did.

Each foul kiss She took from me, I didnt fight for Him.

Tears streamed down my face as she undressed me.

She left marks of desperation all over my body.

Does

He

Love

Me

Yet?

She said she was my friend.

Friends don’t suck your joy out through bruises in between your legs you didn’t ask for.

Does

He

Love

Me

Yet?

He accused me of being unfaithful when I let her rape me. Because I didn’t take pictures for him.

My punishment was to call him every morning and night and retell my truama while he rubbed himself into oblivion.

Does

He

Love

Me

Yet?

He had sex with her while I was in a whisky induced sleep.

After all it’s only fair.

To wake up naked.

With him deep inside her.

Pushing her head in between my bruised thighs.

Bruises he left there because I did what he asked.

Does.

He.

Love.

Me.

Yet?

Tears streamed down my face as I purged the whisky they’d poured down my throat.

I wanted to die.

I could see her pleasuring him through the shower curtain.

I had nowhere to run.

Does

He

Love

Me

Yet?

He tore open the shower curtain and covered my bruised shell of a body in his seed.

He.

Loves.

Me.

I thought as he screamed at me for ruining his experience by waking up.

Was it such a crime to want only him?

And he wonders why I left.