i prefer to brush my teeth
to the point where my gums bleed
and pull the floss down hard
between my pearly whites,
grinding the thread back and forth.
i get chills down my back
when i get a papercut
and i can see the blood
slowly come out in little round *****
or when i rip a hangnail down my thumb
and i can see the fresh layer of skin.
my body goes numb
and my mind draws a blank
when he bites at my neck,
even better when it leaves a bruise.
the feeling i get
when his hand suddenly meets
the bare skin of my lower body
is pure ecstacy, i could only imagine
what it would be like
if my brain was on a high.
the sting and the should-be negative,
or unwanted, emotions
are what i strive for in life.
i like the feel
of the pain
but not when i'm alone.
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 9:38 PM UTC
i prefer to brush my teeth
to the point where my gums bleed
and pull the floss down hard
between my pearly whites,
grinding the thread back and forth.
i get chills down my back
when i get a papercut
and i can see the blood
slowly come out in little round *****
or when i rip a hangnail down my thumb
and i can see the fresh layer of skin.
my body goes numb
and my mind draws a blank
when he bites at my neck,
even better when it leaves a bruise.
the feeling i get
when his hand suddenly meets
the bare skin of my lower body
is pure ecstacy, i could only imagine
what it would be like
if my brain was on a high.
the sting and the should-be negative,
or unwanted, emotions
are what i strive for in life.
i like the feel
of the pain
but not when i'm alone.
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