Inked Corset

He will tell you

With a poem

Or a sexy encounter

That you’re special

You’re different

You’re not like the others

And you so desperately want to believe

You want to be the one

Who turns the tide

But you are not…

Nothing is turning that tide

He should save you from yourself

The way you save others from themselves…

When you tell them

Upfront and honestly

That you’re heart is not available

But he won’t

He wants your admiration

He wants you fawning over him

Like some fan girl

Even if it breaks you

You will believe the fantasy

You give yourself over

And feed the beast

With your energy

With your submissive heart

And for a while, it will feel good

For a while, you’ll feel special

His “Good Girl”

But eventually, you’ll want more

More than mere breadcrumbs

Licked off the floor like a feral cat

Deny it all you want… for now

But you will want more

And that is not wrong

Wanting more is not weakness

Wanting love is what makes us human

And you will have to peel yourself

And your broken heart off the floor

And by then, you’re an addict

To those pathetic, measly crumbs

Those five, ten, fifteen words a day

The “Good morning, beautiful”

Fades away…

The daily check-ins disappear

And by then, you’ve passed up

Real availability

Real love

Deepening connection

Oh, you’ll go back and forth

More than a few times

The giving and the taking

The approach and the retreat

The big wins and the sad defeats

The highest highs and the lowest lows

But when you need him

When you really need him

He won’t be there

He will never BE THERE

And if you’re honest with yourself

Really honest with yourself

You allowed it

You invited it

You asked for it

You sold yourself short

Because you so desperately wanted to be his

And now you must pay the price

He never promised you a rose garden

He never promised more than let’s see

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