What was I thinking falling in love with an older man?
No **** he broke my heart.
He's thirty-one.
I'm 18 and dumb.
This is not a poem,
just a lesson.

If anyone needs a punching bag,
Then come over here and take a stab,
If anyone needs a back to skin,
Then come take mine, display your sin.
Roses of red and violets of blue,
Bloom on my skin, I don’t blame you.

Discord
Inside
Strike the chord and I’ll be the bride
Of the rage in your eyes
And the monster residing,
Be the kissed in *******,
And filling my lungs full of mist,
Doing it slowly or else I’ll be missed.

I want to feel what everyone talks about,
I just don’t want to be left out,
Though I’m sure it’s more than that,
Since the scratches from my cat
Make me wish they were multiplied,
Till both my arms are dyed,
And I want them spread across my back,
The image of an egg that’s cracked,
I want them kissed and caressed
Till all my thoughts are confessed,
Then I want to fall asleep in a trap, be trapped.

I can't get enough,
Why should I control it,
When there's no barrier,

I don't feel enough,
Why should I stop myself,
You know I'm masochistic