I Have A Story In A Story
She sat in front of him
She talked
She screamed
She shared his table
His bed
His love
His list
She tore herself apart
Let him rebuild her his way
Again
Again
Again
And again
And no matter
How much pleasure
How much confrontation
How much submission
Or obedience
She could never make him see
Would he ever see her?
She talked
She screamed
She shared his table
His bed
His love
His list
She tore herself apart
Let him rebuild her his way
Again
Again
Again
And again
And no matter
How much pleasure
How much confrontation
How much submission
Or obedience
She could never make him see
Would he ever see her?