Behave

Nothing I can say will change what’s happening to me. Nothing I can do will take me away from this misery I’ve learned to yearn for. The lines shaping his stiff jaw tell it to me. The crinkled deepness in his stare reminds me of my reality. The crease between his furrowed brows shows me his real anger. The blood flow in my arms stop from the tightness of his grip. My heart comes to a halt.
His dark voice ripples its way in my ears.
“Behave.”
Says the man who never behaves. I know I’ll always regret the words I let slip past my lips.
“Make me.”