"I'm sorry, I just can't do it."
You were made in the image of power
Sturdy, heavy, muscular
Yet your strength remains leashed around me
When all I want is for you to hurt me
You push me away
But I consent to bleed
To feel
The heat of the cut
The dull pain of bruised muscle
The ragged burn in my lungs
I need to have a reason
To feel this torment
To shed these tears
You are absolution
I've been denied
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC
"I'm sorry, I just can't do it."
You were made in the image of power
Sturdy, heavy, muscular
Yet your strength remains leashed around me
When all I want is for you to hurt me
You push me away
But I consent to bleed
To feel
The heat of the cut
The dull pain of bruised muscle
The ragged burn in my lungs
I need to have a reason
To feel this torment
To shed these tears
You are absolution
I've been denied
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