When I grow tired
My words change
Morph into some sort of
Eloquence
At times
Sheer emotion
Tearing pain
Ripping my body and soul into
Thousands of tiny pieces
From words I myself write.
I wonder
Should it count as some type of
Self harm?
No it shouldn't
Because your writing hurts me even more
And I love it.

*I guess I like it rough.