I’m sorry that you wanted to own me, but I am not your sex slave.
I am not your flesh light.
Or your fucking blow-up doll.
I am not just a collection
of glory holes for you to dive into.
I was not made for you.
I’m sorry that you wanted to silence me, but I am not your mime.
I am not your entertainment.
I am not here for your amusement.
I was not made for you.
I’m sorry that you wanted to control me,
but I am not your puppet.
I am not hung on your strings.
You can’t make me dance.
You can’t make me sing.
You can’t make me do a damn thing.
I was not made for you.
I’m sorry that you wanted to break me, but I still let you.
I let you slither in between my legs.
I flushed away your bullshit
Everyday, Everynight and after every fight.
I let you disrespect
My mind. My body.
My feelings. My time.
Because you said you loved me.
And that was your biggest lie.
I forgot that I was not made for you.
I’m sorry that I wanted you to be my man.
You were just a not-so-little boy
Who mistook me for a toy.
I deserved more than your bittersweet nothings.
I deserved the truth.
I deserve better than you.