You cut my soul more times than you ever kissed it

You broke my spirit more times than you ever lifted it

You took more good from me than you ever gave back to me

You stood there and watched me ball my eyes out, more than you ever comforted me

You used my weaknesses against me, through my past back in my face

You watered my insecurities with pleasure, helping them grow stronger, and sushed my voice and my expression so that I could remain in your eyes smaller than you

and I stayed