Break
You thought rough meant ignore
you thought kink meant free pass
on harm
Here comes the line
here comes the exit alarm
When I say “get the fuck out”
that is not a lyric
that is the end of the charm
My safe word is “get the fuck out”
engraved on the welcome mat
under all the flirting
and the heat
Hidden in each warning I gave
when you brushed past boundaries
like they were optional
like they made the night complete
You want access to my body
learn the language of my no
my maybe
my yes
my feet
I am not sentimental
about shutting doors
on hands that never learned
how to stop
My safe word is “get the fuck out”
and that line sits ready
every time you forget
who’s on top