gracewil

because I love you scholarship

Part I: HIM

I’m against the cold of your sheets,

again.

your fingers are dripping with my blood,

like broken pomegranate seeds it stains your skin

and you smirk while agony radiates from the sweat that taints my naked body

and I know these watercolor bruises you’ve painted on me won’t fade any quicker

and I can no longer fathom the horrors that you put me through,

so my quite voice asks,

between sobs,

why?

and you recite to me,

like an ever broken record,

it’s

because I love you,

because I love you.

Part II: NOT HIM

we’re driving in your car,

again.

your fingers slip across into mine,

like puzzle pieces they fit and drip with sweetness

and you smirk sweetly while pleasure radiates from the air between us

and I don’t know why you are this way, why your voice never raises, and why the word “no” can stop your charming hands

and I can no longer comprehend all this bliss you’ve put me through,

so I explain my thoughts and ask,

with anticipation,

why?

and you whisper to me,

like an ever broken record

it’s

because I love you,

because I love you.