To my desire,

You have turned me into a self abusive sadomasochist.

I hunger for the pain that blankets me

with your essence,

but whip myself raw to avoid it.

I slap myself when I think

of your rejecting glances

and catch myself smiling.

I break my bones to tell myself

that I just don't need you when I do.

I have just one question for you

my love:

Are you happy now?

Because I sure as hell am not....

-That One Girl You Know