hurt me if you really want to
you can't turn me off
and I promise
I won't ever say no
there isn't anything my unclean body couldn't bare through gritted teeth
and hyperventilation
I'll have fun,
even if I don't like it
even if I try and cut the ***** memories out
because I really do like the bad feeling
the willing victim.
Stockholm syndrome?
no.
It's not a person.
it's the feeling I can't escape.
I like to hurt
and I like every touch to burn holes in my skin like I do whenever I get sad
I like each word to be sharp and venomous like a cobra
no-
a boa constrictor, wrapping itself around my tender heart and choking it until the only thing beating is you-
or anyone.
I don't mind.
just make me cry and
I'll do whatever you say.
I don't want to be clean.