The presence of your bruises
Left lovingly on my skin
So sweet, **** and surreptitious

The tears in my eyes
I make no attempt to hide
As mascara streams,
Caressing my rosey cheeks.

I love how you make love to me
when all is stripped down bare
I love how you still love me
when I'm in the depths  of sheer despair

You Dissolve,
Diminish,
Made my world dissipate.
Each piece of me breaking
As my heart fills with hate.

I still wear your T-shirt to bed.
I know I shouldn’t but i do.
I should wear my own pyjamas instead
But they just don’t feel like you

The section i find most difficult to articulate
Whilst of minimum complexity,
Sparking such innate debate.

Scorning my own persona’s voided,
True personality remaining avoided.

Each multifaceted side of mine plenty,
Evoking analysis of my true identity.

I am everybody yet nobody,
I am everything yet nothing.

Constant contemplation of reality
(though part of my normality)
Evoking analysis of my true identity.

I envision each person i encounter,
-though see the tormented oh so clear.
Each time drawn into to the tempest like vortex,
Of another quite so mutually complex.

I am everybody yet nobody,
I am everything yet nothing.

Waves crash
A windswept ocean
As the sun begins to warm my soul

Looking yonder
Into the endless vast
On this beautiful evening stroll

Crystal water
oh so clear,
Just makes me wish that you were here

Golden beach
Each grain of sand
Just makes me want to hold your hand

Waves that crash
In deep blue sea
Just makes me wish you were here with me

Hotel room
Big empty bed
Just makes me wish that’s where you were lay

Sunshine bright
Sky so blue
Just reminds me how much I miss you.

If love is pain and pain is pleasure,
Then these bruises she shall  use as,
your affection measure.

To visualise love,
To feel your feelings,
To sense it as her wounds are healing.

Seeing, hearing,
Following Your  scent,
To know just what it represents.

She’ll take the leap,
relinquish control
As further she delves down your rabbit hole.

Enjoy the journey
but were’s the destination?
Your marks, your love? The correlation?!!

Some want to hurt,
some want to bleed.
To watch the inner anguish freed.

A world, a life,
A religious order?
His canes the relics to to this mental disorder.

See external pain,
is internal anaesthetic,
His marks she believes to be truly stigmatic.

Am i not wise,
To see through your lies
...though oh so much more than meets the eye.
I see the pain, i feel the hurt
-your memories I despise.
It resonates within me,
Each tear that you have cried.
I know your many faces,
-You’re my Master of disguise
...not only do I understand,
I truly empathise.
It resonates within me,
Your anger like sharp knives
...but know each time I bear the brunt,
A part of me surely dies.
I’ll do my best to help you,
A plan I will devise
...for you hold my heart within yours
and i am truly mesmerised.
We both have tried to walk away,
Rendered unable to cut ties,
For we resonate within  each other
...bound and emotionally chastised.

Sunlight dances on glistening raindrops
Caressing Autumn leaves.
The cold air crisp through my heart of ice  
On this chilly Autumn eve.

Ripples

Looking at my reflection
In this pool of rejection.
Imperfection reside as ripples.

What would I not change,
To feel less deranged.
Rearrange the ripples inside.

The answer is many,
So throw in a penny.
Like the wave of destruction i know...

Just one little crooked smile,
Drawing into sparkly eyes that glisten.
Can hide a thousand tears a mile,
Will you watch or will you listen.

Truth lies behind her facade,
The darkness residing in her stone heart.
Can you make her drop her guard,
Force demons to diminish and depart.

4 walls around me.
I sit and await.
I imagine an exit,
i anticipate my fate.

Hemp rope,
friction burns.
I am bound at the knees.
Hoping im really bound to please?

Coldness beneath me.
Hard stone floor.
He promised to make me,
his special little *****.

Each limb of mine aching,
While emotionally chastised.
I expect he’ll ignore
my most desperate of cries.

He walks toward me,
He strokes my hair.
Then pull on it tightly.
To gage my despair.

Stroking my face,
Gazing into my eyes.
With a look I’ve come
to recognize.

A single tear,
He wipes from my face.
“i promise to start slowly, then pick up the pace.”

It hurts when he hurts me.
I feel it twofold.
It hurts that he hurts me,
More than any threshold.

Physically restrained,
Still emotional ******* hurts more.
But he promised to make me,
his special little *****...

I want to be everything to you,
I will lie with the most beautiful of intentions.
I will lure you in with my multiple dimensions.

You softened for me
The look in your eyes changed as you opened your heart.
Then changed back to ice
Caught up in my hurt.

I am lost in you.
Will you be lost in me?
Together we are beautifully destructive
Our presence to eachother both mutually disruptive.

They say a dog chooses it’s Master
and i believe a submissive does too.
Because just moments within meeting him,
i swear I already knew.

Set aside any criteria
and any particular credentials.
That something you can’t quite put your finger on,
Is one of my fundamentals.

I let him look inside my soul,
i show him I’m a dreamer.
Already he’s controlling me
and has altered my demeanour.

My logic screams inside me NO!
-Don’t sell your soul to the devil.
But my senses scream inside me YES...
“In his presence you will revel! “

The more we talk, the more I feared
as he changed my personality.
Yet further i delve into his aura,
although anticipating fatality.

Throwing caution to the wind,
i ignored my logic mind,
Ready to give him all of me,
til he suddenly declined.

Confusion strikes, I feel a loss.
Not knowing what I’ve done.
He tells me you’re not serious
and only seeking bedroom fun.

I don’t know how to prove myself,
wondering if this is just a test.
One day he’s here, the next he’s not.
I feel so... Dispossessed? !

I’d usually give up once rejected
but I know I must persist.
My inner sub is telling me
she needs him to exist.


You see jus moments within meeting him,
something was oh so very prominent.
I’m sure he doesn’t know it yet,
but he’s destined to be my
DOMINANT.

Submission
He owns my body.
He owns my heart.
When he’s displeased,
My whole world falls apart

When he’s satisfied by my efforts,
I’m overwhelmed with joy.
Though often mixed with anxiety,
In case inadvertently annoy.

For him i will change,
To almost anything he requires,
For now my only life goal,
Is to be all that he desires.

I will take almost any pain inflicted.
Hold each predicament position.
As he knows the key to my heart,
Is the key to my submission.

So yes I will take any punishment,
In anyway he sees fit.
For him i won’t fight it.
For him i will SUBMIT.

I want you to paint me,
and leave your mark.
Use my skin as your canvas,
Make me your work of art.

I want you to draw on me,
make me your personal sketch.
Using implements as pencils,
With each mark that you etch.

I want you to colour me,
in your signature shade.
Rosey pink with crimson red,
Then bid it not to fade.

I want you to hurt me,
as only you can do.
Make me pay for your misfortunes,
Tell me i deserve it too.

I want you to punish me,
show me you’re not weak.
Dispose of your bad luck,
Make my pain your winning streak.

I don’t know how to love you,
if you don’t hurt me too.
I don’t know how to treat you.
I will end up hurting you!