utter unoriginal, clichés into my ears

that sink and make me feel validated

touch me with sinful purposes

so that I feel like I might have a purpose

spill blinding light into my dark voids

and lead the light into my soul

so that I can tell myself you’re helping me

trap me in your endless little games

chain me up and force me to play along

so that we may pretend like this is real

tie me down so that I don’t float off

into the unknown, into the known

emptiness that comes with loneliness

kiss me and let me taste every

false compliment and every plagiarized

imitation of what a girl wants to hear

use me the way i want to be used

so that we may be tied down together

in a process of lying and breaking each other

and calling it love