my love

isn't ready
i'm not ready
too full
too disillusioned
too empty of belief
but there you were
eyes like fireflies
not that i care
you pressed me so hard
i got a bruise on my arm
my back
my leg
my heart
if there was something
left in there
for you to know
i would give it up
my one thing
i'd never tell
but drugs don't kill it
fucking can't hide it
even though i try
it was you who broke me
in the bed
in the daylight
in the kitchen
i will beg for you
be enslaved
if you tell me
what you won't