I must ask: how does it feel to be the only one truly in control-
riding
writhing
whipping

you have long had me wrapped unknowingly under your tendrils
wriggling
screaming
suffocating

perhaps half-knowing that I would never break free from your grasp
unabashed
confident
cocksure

and with your soul you mindlessly raped the orifices of my own
violently
recklessly
relentlessly

and you , unaware, left me to drown in the liquids of our love
lonely
one-sided
obstinate

so I must ask weakly, whether it’s wrong to be used t- like that
wrong
fucking
feeling