pain no longer equals pleasure

he will never come back again or stay
for we gave him everything straightaway 
when we are plenty of boys trash but never their treasure
our pain then no longer equals pleasure 
he manipulated us and now we are wide open 
we thought our spread legs could heal his broken
we think we can make him fall in love with us by telling him “i am all yours”
he never treats us to roses but hurts us with thorns
we are so weak that the only way we can get his attention 
is by telling him we are up for anything “no objections”
no questions
no protection 
a quick session 
for in that moment alone we are in his possession