He screams at the football match, his team losing on TV. I scream at him inside my head as I’m breaking. I want to meet his soul, I whisper “now, take me to your core”. But he won’t listen, he only unravels my clothes and fast they fall down to the floor. He fucks me hard as I hardly moan, his hands around, gripping my throat, I cannot breathe but what’s the point, anyway. He watches my body, tremble bruised and naked, I watch his neck swinging that beautiful silver necklace. I wait for him to hold me in his arms but he’s tired and I’m clingy and that’s just too much to ask. How do you explain being loved but not quite enough? How do you wait and wait not knowing if it’s too early or too late? Thing is I don’t want love crumbs, I don’t want to shrink my plate. What if he wants babies? What if he’s too straight? What if all these lines make him push me away?