I Like You Broken
No, I don't want to fix you. That's what therapists are for. I'm sure you can find a half dozen guys who think they'll be the one to fix all your issues and make you a healthy girl.
You go ahead and give it a go, if you like. But I think you're tired of that, aren't you? You don't want someone who's looking to fix you. You want someone who doesn't flinch when they see the real you. Someone who won't have pity in his eyes or try to tell you how to fix your problems.
I want your problems, doll. I want you broken. Is it an eating disorder? Body image? Daddy issues? Low self esteem? Substance abuse? Tell me all of it. Tell me about being raped while I make you reenact it. Tell me about your eating struggles while I critically inspect every inch of your body. Tell me how worthless you are while I dig a boot into your cunt and talk to prettier girls.
I'm not here to fix you, I'm here to exploit you. I'll use every fucked up issue you have to manipulate you and mould you into my little toy. I'll chuckle when I break you all over again. I'll get off to your ugly crying. But I promise you'll never see pity in my eyes.
Come show me how broken you are.
