Name: You Think?
Rating: T
Pairing: sasu/saku
Disclaimer: I do not own naruto. If I did, gaara would be the main character and sakura would be the hoe I know she is.
A/N: Sorry to all my fans! I haven't been active in a while. I haven't had the writing drive lately. I don't know how this story came about but personally I think it's one of my better works. Hope you like it! ^.^
You think I give a damn? I don't.
I don't care that you slam me up against a wall. Make my back feel the grains of plaster digging into my skin. Pale skin red, raw and cracking from rubbing viscously against the bloodstained wallpaper. Blood dripping oh-so-slowly down my worn out back.
You think I give a damn? I don't.
I don't care you cover my mouth with tape. You like seeing me scream all different types of horrors from my mouth. You like seeing my mouth bleed from what you have done. You rip my lips to shreds with your pearly white teeth. Stuff my mouth so the neighbors don't hear the hell next door. My mouth is your fixation, isn't it?
You think I give a damn? I don't.
I don't care that you pierce me with your hurtful words. You tell me all the time your dreams. Dreams of me being sick, blind, crazy, and dead. I listen to the songs you sang about me. Me being a whore, slut, hoe and every wonderful thing in between, what beautiful lyrics slip through your lips. You love telling me your thoughts of how things should go.
You think I give a damn? I don't.
I don't care that you sleep with her. I hear you moan her name at night. I see you looking at my hair wishing it weren't pink but blonde. I walk into the bedroom with her on your lap, I turn around, both of you be none the wiser. You give side glances at her in meetings thinking no one can see you. But you're wrong, I see you.
You think I give a damn? I don't.
I don't care when you lick me until I'm raw. You pull me onto the bed when I fight against you. Slam into me when my hand and feet are tied. Bite me when I get a strange glint in my eye. Suck me when I can no longer talk because you have me gagged. Pull my hair when you can no longer pull my heart.
You think I give a damn? I don't.
I don't give a damn because I finally have what I wanted. I have the "lust" when my back bleeds. I have the "drive" when my mouth is stitched shut. I have the "late night talks" when you tell me what you think so sweetly about me. I have the "competition" when you do things to others you wouldn't do for me. And finally, I have the "love" I want when I try so hard to fight against it.
You think I give a damn? I don't.