Ensnarement

You won't look me in the eyes,
hold my hands, kiss my lips,
whisper tender, loving words
while I fall asleep next to you
in a heavenly feather bed,
stroke my hair, or pat my head

(anymore). 

You will look at me seductively,
lick your lips, speak your mind
about what you want to (fucking) do,
and I said stop-no-really-stop
stopstopstopSTOP!

You can't hear me.
You don't listen.

(I tried to tell you no.)

You ensnare me in your eyes.
Your false pretenses and broken promises
provide a comfort. 
They are always there.

(Just as I am always trapped here.)