You tighten the noose around my neck until I'm out of breath.

Yet, I help you tighten it even more.

Yet, I'm grateful for the air that enters my black lungs.

Yet, I always come back to you.

You cut my skin and let it bleed out.

Yet, I apologize for letting it drop on your dry carpet.

Yet, I let you kiss the scars you carved.

Yet, I always come back to you.

As you tighten the noose, I wonder if the air is toxic.

As you cut my skin, I wonder if my pain would calm yours.

You tell me it's love,

You tell me it's care,

You lied straight to my face,

And I loved it.