Calling It Love

utter unoriginal, clichés into my ears that sink and make me feel validated

touch me with sinful purposes
so that I feel like I might have a purpose

spill blinding light into my dark voids
and lead the light into my soul
so that I can tell myself you’re helping me

trap me in your endless little games chain me up and force me to play along so that we may pretend like this is real

tie me down so that I don’t float off into the unknown, into the known emptiness that comes with loneliness

kiss me and let me taste every
false compliment and every plagiarized imitation of what a girl wants to hear

use me the way i want to be used
so that we may be tied down together
in a process of lying and breaking each other and calling it love