steppingintothewater:

He Isn’t A Man.

I should have believed him when he told me he was a God.

He invades my mind every day.

I can hear his sinister chuckle in my ear when I flinch at the things he likes.

I can feel his experienced hands running over me as I touch myself to his words.

I can see his cruel and satisfied smile as I sink lower and lower into his depths.

He is a God. My only God. And I am forever beholden to him now.

The thing about girls is, they don’t listen to what you tell them.

They insist on being shown.

And then they can never look away.