You dont love me, Two

You don't love me
nor i you.
You think you do,
but i am just
a commodity
an employee
When you hold my hand
it's in thankfulness
that i don't call you out
in your sick
little
childhood
dramas
I hear your momma
I feel your daddy
as you
vaccumn your carpets
in perfect,
triangular lines
and i
Tiptoe
around you,
waiting for my check
waiting for the axe
knowing you see me
"as the perfect little woman"
plain,
pliable,
personable,
Thankful,
so thankful,
that you only taste my
heart, the blood you find there
you only taste my mind,
and steal my intelligence,
That the rape,
"if you allow it, is it rape?"
doesn't
Permeate
Doesn't
Penetrate
My body.
I will still Burn
the bedclothes
i wore
with you.

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