"I love you" should not be used as a choke chain it should not bring you crawling back
You should have no Master
Anyone who says love hurts has been on a leash I am no different I too have marks around my neck
If you really want to hurt me do not call me ***** or sadist or selfish
If you really want to hurt me add a razors edge when you whisper that I am undeserving and weak
Pour salt on my pillow when you approach my sleeping form and tell me I am not mysterious or interesting
And I’ll pretend I was asleep the entire time Another incident of hate put to rest with my sleepy head
And when I leave in the morning you will put the collar laced with lies around my neck
But love is about appreciation not possession and you have never loved nor owned me
****Do not be confused, this poem is not about **** or ******* and submission. There are no real leashes or collars involved, they are only figurative. I used the term Master as more of a dog to owner, not as a bedroom title. Personally I really like the whole dom/sub thing so I just wanted to make a side note.