Look at me like a lion looks at its preys
dangerous but with intent
despite the dreadful gaze,
I long to come near your whiskers
eat me piece by piece and it will surely hurt than if you swallow me whole
it's okay
I'm familiar with the pain, anyway
and every crushing blow of your jaws wounds the inches of my soul
but I can't cry, I can't call for help
because somehow, I liked it
I liked your destructive chews
I liked the thought of being with you wounded and torn,
than be uncut and whole on my own.