To My Desire: A Love Letter Part 5

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




black beauty

you are amzing

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