“Stop, please stop”
She begged as she cried hard and loud
“Let me be and let me go”
You slapped her mouth and strangled her

You have turned into the monster
From the stories your friends once told you
Who are you?
I don’t think that I still know you

Bruises and scratch marks
Evidence of a painful night
All you wanted was for her to understand
That she's wrong and you're right

You have settled on letting her go
“Please don’t leave me, don’t go”
Her cries were louder than before
You stayed, but knowing that you cannot love her anymore

I surrender
I have fallen on to the abyss once more
I tried to save myself from the melancholy
But I failed the moment you touched my soul

I have long waited for this time to come
Convincing myself that I could win the war
You tied me up and snatched my heart
You trapped me in your cellar of hopes

What catastrophe is this?
I grew weary, I remained dazed
Your beauty consumed my whole being
Your existence destroyed my daylight dreaming

You got her under your fingertips
She has unknowingly fallen head over heels
You wanted to know if the poems were for you
But you didn't have the courage to ask her though

You got her under your fingertips
Your heart is now in full bliss
Is the witch not good enough?
Or is there still something that you are longing for?

You got her under your fingertips
Why don't you just admit it?
Admit that she is far too much for you
Admit it, you just cant get her out if your system too

There is something beautiful about two sad people who agree to hurt each other.
Something comforting.
It is a comfort only very damaged people understand- the tacit agreement to cause pain, and to receive it.
Pleasure is for people who have what they want.
But for those of us who are starving, ours is best peppered with suffering.
Being with someone who understands that carries its own worth-
I don't want you to make me feel good.
I couldn't stand it if you did.
I don't want you to touch me gently, or ask if I'm alright, or stop to look into my eyes.
I am starving, and so are you: I want your teeth.
I want you to make me hurt. And I want to hurt you.
I want you to hurt me because I'm not him, and I want to hurt you because you're not her.
We want to see each other suffer because we are starving and we need to feel that someone else is.
Don't hold back. I want you to lower me because I'm too good for her.
Don't love me, don't caress me. Dig your nails in. Drip candlewax on my stomach.
One step down from torture is all I can stand in the way of human connection, when it isn't her.
Punish me for looking at her like a baleful puppy tonight, even as you waited in my room with your soft skin and your sharp teeth.
There is nothing you can do that will be too violent, too brutal, too sadistic.
I don't want to be loved right now.
I am too raw.
I want to be touched. I want to be ruined. Leave marks. Smear lipstick.
Lower me because I am
Too
****
Good for her.
Let this heart know on no uncertain terms that its needs don't matter.
Help me **** it. Help me pin my demons to the bed and make them writhe, and I will do the same for you.
Let's exorcise our loves tonight and banish them to hell.
Let's tell our skin that it is irrelevant.
Let's say "*******" to the things that bind us. I will cut your heart out for him.
I will kiss your scars, not to heal them but to remind you that when you put them there you fought for something, something we both fight for now.
Hurt me. Fight her. Do it for her.
Do it for her because I'm not good enough to hurt.
Do it for her because I'm TOO good to hurt.
Crush me.
You could boil me alive and it wouldn't make up for her, so at least leave me bruised.  
I will give you what you need, and you will give me what I need: not love, but contact.
Please,
Let my heart know on no uncertain terms that its needs
Don't
Matter.

There is something beautiful about two sad people who agree to hurt each other.

"I like you"
Those were the first 3 words that you told her
You were not even sure of what her reaction would be
But you told her anyway

"Can I keep you?"
Those were the 4 words that she told you during your sleep
She wasn't even sure if you heard it
But she honestly hoped you did

"This is all too soon"
Those were the 5 words that you told her during the argument
You were not even sure on how it started
But you just wanted to end it

"You confuse me"
Those were the last 3 words that you heard from her
You watched her walk away your life
But you were secretly hoping that she'd come back