u/astrogoose5787

He's perfect. Nothing else matters. Everyone else stops existing. You just want to be his. He's all you think about. He's the most handsome man you've ever seen. And he says he loves you. Maybe... maybe it was you who said you love him. But he wanted you to say it. He made you say it. Obviously he love you to.

You're like a ballerina in one of those music boxes, a pretty little thing for entertainment purposes only. You stopped working a long time ago. You ran out of batteries. But he wants a toy that works. He slams you against the table a couple times. Maybe now you’ll work.

He doesn't love you. He hates you. He points out every flaw. Flaws you didn't know you had

He looks at you and he sees a slug. You disgust him. He lets you know you disgust him.

Your love is consumptive. You’ll do anything to be his. You’ll erase yourself to be who he wants. It won't be good enough. You can paint a pigeon but you can’t turn it into a dove.

You try harder to be better. You lose more and more of yourself. Still woefully unable to be what he wants. It's clear you're only pretending.

He says that he loves you. If he didn't love you why would he put up with all of your annoying bullshit? But you would never treat someone you loved this way. You would never treat anyone this way. But you’d rather be in hell with him than in heaven. Is it really heaven if you’re alone?

You sit next to him and weep. You love him so much it hurts. And he hates you. It's not clear why. Of course it's clear. You hate you. Why wouldn’t he? He hates that you're crying. Maybe if he throws you against the ground a couple times you'll stop making noise.

He’s just different. He’s special. He’s damaged. And you’re just a shitty excuse for a person. No one else has known you this well. No one else has ever bothered to put up with you. And there’s a reason for that.

It hurts to be away from him. You can’t think straight. Part of you is gone. He makes you whole.

Being around him is excruciating. You want to be closer to him and yet you also want to run. You’re gasping for air and breathing in poison. The toxins fog your mind. It's nice to stop thinking for a while

You used to be talkative. But you don’t talk around him. Everything you say is stupid. He hates it when you say stupid things.

He’ll never love you. You’re so sad it hurts. It cuts like a knife. You can feel whats left of your soul bleeding out.

He can do anything. He can spit on you, talk to other women, toss you around, steal from you, threaten your life, discard you, make you feel worthless …. Is he making you feel worthless or are you just worthless… he can do anything, and you'll always love him. You'll do anything to make him happy. And if you breathe wrong, he’ll fly off the handle.

You’ve been away for a while. You’ve tried to “heal.” He’s still everything. He kills you every night in your dreams. But you kinda like the nightmares. It's a good excuse to see him again.

You’ll always love him. He’s the one part of you you don’t hate.

He was a whale. You were krill. You’re just grateful you could provide meager sustenance.