When a man chooses you as the object of his desire, understand it is an honour.
For you are the only one who could’ve quenched his thirst for lust,control and power; so give it to him.
Do not pull back when he pulls you in for a kiss, he’s simply missing the taste of a woman’s lips.
Just lie there and be his lover and,
remember, just remember, this is nothing personal, this is not about you its about him.
Don’t fight it ’cause you are only a tiny flower trying to bloom at the edge of your bank,
but he is the overpowering current that will wash you away.
Do not fight him with nails that’d barely scratch the surface,
or shout with a voice that refuses to come out.
Detach your feelings and your soul.
Dissociate yourself from your body and become a spectre for the performance he’s put up.
Play the role you’ve been assigned, this is his design.
Realize it could get worse in only a second.
And remember, just remember, this is nothing personal,
its not about you its about him.
It is not your fault he’s never been taught how to love something and not destroy it.
How to comprehend the violent shake of your head, the shiver down your spine, the tears in your eyes, your cold hand and cracking voice.
To him they mean consent, to him you're just hesitant.
A shy girl he must pull out from her shell.
So,this is not how he breaks you, this is how he teaches you to be more free, more cool, more fun.
He is not a monster, he is your friend teaching you how to be alive.
So darling, when a man chooses you as the object of his desire, understand it is an honour.