No

No means no, but not to him

"He's my husband" this is just the beginning

Telling him I'm not in the mood and my heads a mess

Pulling away as he grasps at my chest

My heart is tightening and my gut feels the weight

Im pushing at him again, and "Come on, I'm being romantic" he says

He continues the touching, his hands down my shorts

I try to close my thighs but it just hurts

My tears are in my throat

His breath on my ear and I'm beginning to choke

He pulls down my pants and I stop using my words

Because its fucking absurd how much that doesn't work

The relationship that ties us makes you see me as a possession

But to me it makes me hate you more, I wish you would walk out of the door, I never want to see you anymore, if you died I'm sure... I still wouldn't regret this confession.