TRIGGER WARNING:
I talk about some sensitive things here, uh but if you'd like you can skip.

"I love you",

He says,

"You're perfect",

He says,

He doesn't talk about me,

Not my personality, 

His main focus,

Is on my body,

He wants something,

That I don't want to give,

I want something,

Something I can have,

To be happy,

And to feel loved,

But he just wants me to give it up,

But I can't do that,

"I want to do things to you.",

I pretend it's okay,

And i let him be that way,

They focus on the parts,

That I've scarred,

And tell me I'm beautiful,

They tell me how much they want me,

And how i make them hard,

How it's talent,

That they like,

But I don't want that,

I want someone,

To be silly with,

To feel happy with,

To play games and be stupid with,

But that's not what he wants,

He'll mention that he loves my personality,

But in the end,

He talks about my body,

Its like he owns it,

It's like it's his,

But it's not,

It's my fucking body,

My fucking skin.

It doesn't belong to you,

Bitch.

I sit there,

And watch as he tell me what he wants to do,

And i smile and say,

"Me too",

But I just want him,

For his personality,

And not his body,

I don't tell him how he effects me,

In fear that he'll take advantage of me,

And even though he gives me butterflies,

Everything else makes me wanna cry,

I don't know how to stay stop,

So i let it be,

And let him be,

Himself,

Even though it's my body.