We are not the same

Sweat and muffled cries echo in the palm of your hand 

Hair in my mouth being used as a gag, I hate you. 

Instead of being awake to the sound of birds or the warmth of kisses on my cheek, I am awoken to a bad taste in my mouth, choking on you. No permission, no mercy. 

Butterflies turn to stone and all the strength I can muster to escape is used for your pleasure. 

The tears only made you go faster and the screams filled you with joy. 

Self-fulfillment in its full term. 

My pain gave you the strength to keep pushing me down into that pillow. 

The blood rushing down my legs made you satisfied that your job was substantial, tremendous, a flower in full bloom. 

The weight of my body as you strike me into the ground with the intent to kill. 

You were filled with rage while I was filled with Love. 

We are not the same.