I used to feel safe when you held me,
Now all there is left is anxiety.
The tears that flow aren’t from a hard spank,
But because your affection for me has shrank.
I cannot win, even when I try.
I end up useless in your eyes.
Bruised and battered, a fuckdoll broken
From devastating words you’ve chosen.
There is little thrill, instead there’s fear
Of what you’ll do to me here.
I don’t want to stay, I don’t want to go.
I miss the man I used to know.
I know my submission is true.
Which is why I serve you.
But what I get isn’t dominance or mastery.
It’s empty pain, and I’m left in misery.
My worth is little more than a masturbatory aid,
Left broken, legs openly splayed.
Covered in your emotional wounds.
Sleep can never come too soon.
