/The Masochist from BLEAK by The Green Leaves

How could I let you do this to me again?
Always loved the pain, the human embodiment
of a pin cushion.
I've lived devoid of hope, had my love taken from
me, stripped of any value and for some reason
I've kept pushing.
The pain is what's kept my blood flowing.
Never been one for drama, but what feels
good feels good
I still recall the rush of blood when you looked me in
the eyes and asked "do you want more"?
Barely managed to mutter "yes" when I wanted
to say "of course".
Skin is meant as some sort of protection, but
for some reason, you've turned it into an object
meant to be destroyed.
Lacerate me.
Use my flesh as a reference to test the sharpness.
Remember what I used to draw on your hands?
So much wasted ink on one so heartless.
I knew then why I let you do this to me over and over
and over and over again.
I am the Masochist.
I loved the feeling when you sliced it, you've gotta
know by now that I loved it.
I know now that I love misery, the agony you put me
through, more than I ever loved you.

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