Another night
Another fight but it was more of you hurting me.
Just keep choking me if you love me so much. Keep your warm hands around my swollen useless body, my smooth neck.
I want to die, I hope you kill me. Those sweet nothings now turn into degrading terms. Those arousing touches on my skin transformed into bites and scratch marks all over my body.
Red, is the colour I feel and only see. I somehow feel enjoyment because you choking me means I get to die? Aha, lovely. But I still miss those soft touches of yours.
I used to feel like rose petals, now i feel like concrete.
My hands are bruised, from all that fighting. My skills weren't good enough for you so, you taught me how to become a man.
This technique was very different than others, I am still confused to this day. But somehow it worked because now I am broken and destroyed. Puddles of blood wrapped around my legs make me swell up inside. You deflowered me, brutally.
Why can't I cry? Oh right, it degrades my man status. Which you created to destroy me. My own fate in your hands, my own blood on you. I always love you, I keep trying to block you out of my mind but images of you keep flashing in my mind. Please don't keep touching me, please don't keep telling me nothing. I wanna know.
I'm so confused right now, I used to worship you like a savior..
Please keep hurting me, just like the savior you are. Nothing can destroy me except you and myself. "The roses are blooming profusely" your husky voice would always say, inching up to my neck and kissing my tender body.
But now, I'm not tender, I'm bruised and bloody. Thanks to your graceful touches. You and I are not the same, we never will be. I'm submissive to you as you are dominant to my whole existence.
So, please, kill me.