Love. It concurs all they say.

It makes some happy, joyful, even ecstatic.

But for others; it rips, shreds, and stabs.

“Time to think,” he said. “I just need some time to think away from you.”

Those words: they don’t create joy. They stab like a knife. 

Piercing my skin and drawing blood to the surface. 

Heart pounding in my ears. Tears welling in my eyes.

“Oh. Ok.” 

I typed with shaking hands, giving everything he wants because he’s... 

Daddy. He’s boss. What he says goes.

Always following the rules like a good girl. 

And what do I get?

Heartbreak it seems. 

Minutes, hours, even weeks seem to pass on this day. 

Waiting patiently. Jumping every time I hear the ding of my phone.

Alex.

Snapchat.

Twitter.

Everyone except for Daddy wants me today. 

The knife traces along my back.

Down my arms,

up my chest.

Circles my throat.

How easy it would be to let his knife ruin me. 

But then I would be without Daddy, and He without me. 

Even if that’s what He wants..

All because of one 4 letter word.

LOVE:

Concurring everything. Just as promised. 

But only when everything means 

me.