you want to stick it in me ,,
break me
open
so that i leak .
it's boiling hot,
and
you wield a blade
that does not
cut skin .
but still i bleed ,
and pick each scab .
i will **** you before you ever see me
open ,
spread,
beg for me.
this is a really ****** poem but it’s how I feel, I hate ***.