If you were to slap me, I’d whimper,
If you were to flog me, I’d scream,
If only one time you’d have yelled at me,
And I’d just scream at you, but it could never be.
Instead you used promises against me,
Took my hopes and dreams from sight,
Bundled them up into a flurry of words,
And beat me with them every night,
While I wasn't awake,
And you were just out and about,
And I'd lay there, love you, and cry,
Cry tears and tears with only your ghost.
Now there are daggers in my back,
And “Skank” and “Whore” tattooed in my skin,
I should throw you out right now,
But I love the way you hurt me,
And I look in your eyes, and I know that you’ll win.
You win, and we both love our miserable sin,
The games you’ve played for so long, you win.
Please, nurture me back now, I promise…you win.
But there are still many more games to play,
And I love the pain and the misery,
You know just what to say when you've gone too far,
And just the guilt in your eyes heals my hearts blistering.
And you couldn’t be all I deserve,
Cause honestly, you’re all that I want,
You’re my tears, my masochistic love,
Even if I am, to you, “A *f***ing ugly c*nt."
Copyright © Nicole King | Year Posted 2012
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