But that's love, right?
Like a blade into my back,
you've cut me open again and now
my battered and beaten soul pours out
onto this page.
I would have carried the world on my shoulders
until my bones turned brittle
for you.
But you turn the knife,
and break my bones,
and kick me down for your own pleasure.
Like a noose around my neck,
you constrict my breath and make my head dizzy.
You suffocate the life out of me.
You wrap your fingers around my heart
and keep it from beating...
and I've fallen on my aching knees
at your feet.
I lay myself down
so that you have a path to walk on,
and get dirty so that you may remain clean.
And my heart drops into my stomach
as I scream that I don't care...
because I know that another lie has just tumbled
from my broken lips.
No matter how much you rip me open,
and claw at my soul...
my insides still ache for you,
and wait for you,
just to be mutilated by you.
But that's love, right?