Prompt from this post.

[just_a_soldier]

He pushed me against the wall.

I used to like it.

Rough. Slick. My body wanted it.

Inside me, he made me sick.

I moaned around his tongue.

All of it was fake.

He's my lover.

Would you be jealous?

He's all I have.

He's all I can have.

He's not you.