You claim to love me;
But you don't see me the same.
You don't feel me the same,
You don't touch me the same.
You don't notice me the way you used to.
You're comfortable, too fucking comfortable.
I want you to grab me by the throat and pin me to the wall.
I want you to tell me how you can't control yourself because of how I look in this dress.
I wish you were ravenous for me,
The way I am for you.
But you aren't.
I am but a wilted flower begging for sunlight and water.