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Let Me Break for You
I tell myself to be careful.
To keep some pieces hidden,
to protect the softest parts—
but every time you speak,
another wall dissolves.
You reach me,
even from miles away.
How do you do that?
Touch things inside me
that I’ve kept locked away
even from myself?
I want to feel your hands.
God, I want to feel your hands—
not just on my body
but in me,
somewhere deeper.
Where no one’s ever touched.
I fantasize about how I’d sound
when I finally say your name
not through a screen
but through moans and shivers,
back arched, voice raw,
begging you not to stop—
and not to let go.
But it’s not just lust.
It’s what’s under it.
This terrifying gravity
that drags my heart toward you
no matter how I fight it.
I’m scared to fall.
Scared of what you’ll see
when I’m not composed.
When I’m undone.
When I’m your pet,
soft, obedient,
needing too much and giving even more.
Will you still want me then?
When I’m messy with love?
When I cling to you in the dark,
trembling and silent,
hoping you don’t disappear?
I crave your dominance—
yes.
Your voice like command,
your body over mine,
my wrists bound in your trust.
But I crave your safety more.
Your calm.
The place I feel myself soften
without shame.
So here I am—
scared, wanting, yours.
I’ll kneel for you.
I’ll bare it all.
But only if you promise
you won’t just take me—
you’ll hold me.
Even after the need fades.
Even when the night goes quiet.
Even when I’m hard to love.
Let me break for you—
if you’re the one
who’ll put me back together
with every kiss,
every order,
every whispered
"good girl."
