"How would it be if you would hate me?"
Would you scold, shout, or argue with me?
Maybe ignore me? Neglect me? Or even leave me? I know you don't. You would never do that. My curse is way stronger than that. You'd hate how trapped you'd be with that. How you couldn't stand but tease, mock, and strict me. To not let me rest. I know you would test.
Just admit that you would want more.
Disgustingly needing, craving for more.
More of the fire of those arguments, and when I lost my head. When I tear my skin and break my bones under the weight of your words.
Or maybe not. No, you wouldn't even speak. The silent torture worth everything. When you see me boil and suffer and rage and plead... only from your gaze. When you let my thoughts choke me and watch them storm down on me. Will you speak when I cry? When I plead and beg, repeatedly grabbing your hand?
Or would you be disgusted from my touch? You wouldn't even give me that much? Or less, or half, please just give me your palm. Just let me feel it on my face once more. Give me the pleasure of YOU. Even the rudest, scariest, most cruel you.
I would never hate you. I could never. No matter how many pieces you'd tear me apart.
Everything. Just give me anything.
Or would you force me to be selfish?
To ask for hate, pity, and rage? To want your touch, even if you're rough? When you grip and drag me? Forcefully kiss me?
When you watch me break my lungs with my sobs while pleading for a gentle touch?
Would you like to stop sometime?
Or would you torture me for the endless time?
Would you even hate me?
Or is it just my thoughts and me?
Could you even hate me?
I bet I'd endure it easily.
2024.05.14.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 9:31 AM UTC
"How would it be if you would hate me?"
Would you scold, shout, or argue with me?
Maybe ignore me? Neglect me? Or even leave me? I know you don't. You would never do that. My curse is way stronger than that. You'd hate how trapped you'd be with that. How you couldn't stand but tease, mock, and strict me. To not let me rest. I know you would test.
Just admit that you would want more.
Disgustingly needing, craving for more.
More of the fire of those arguments, and when I lost my head. When I tear my skin and break my bones under the weight of your words.
Or maybe not. No, you wouldn't even speak. The silent torture worth everything. When you see me boil and suffer and rage and plead... only from your gaze. When you let my thoughts choke me and watch them storm down on me. Will you speak when I cry? When I plead and beg, repeatedly grabbing your hand?
Or would you be disgusted from my touch? You wouldn't even give me that much? Or less, or half, please just give me your palm. Just let me feel it on my face once more. Give me the pleasure of YOU. Even the rudest, scariest, most cruel you.
I would never hate you. I could never. No matter how many pieces you'd tear me apart.
Everything. Just give me anything.
Or would you force me to be selfish?
To ask for hate, pity, and rage? To want your touch, even if you're rough? When you grip and drag me? Forcefully kiss me?
When you watch me break my lungs with my sobs while pleading for a gentle touch?
Would you like to stop sometime?
Or would you torture me for the endless time?
Would you even hate me?
Or is it just my thoughts and me?
Could you even hate me?
I bet I'd endure it easily.
2024.05.14.
Revised: 2025.06.
I was in my depressive era when I wrote this. I mostly get my inspiration to write when I feel at my lowest
This was born out of desperation and loneliness back then in 2024.
