First Pain

It was Valentines Day when you learned
Of the feast my pained soul would provide
One such as yourself who feeds off
Darkness, torment, tears, and horror.
I may have let you in
But I never gave myself to you
Instead you came with your lies and your force
And pushed in farther than I wanted;
You never belonged there, and you took pleasure in that fact.
When you left, I cried and hid the signs
Of how you had stolen part of me
As if that would make it unreal
As if it would clean you from my life.
But you kept coming back, and by then
I was no one. I had no rights to happiness;
I had no right to tell you no.
You had made your claims,
I was not my own.