A/N: Hi all. I'd like to lie and say I've been working on my Gaara x Sakura WIP but I wouldn't do that to you. It's not abandoned, I've just hit a block plot wise and I'm not sure how to fix it yet. In the mean time, I thought I'd entertain you all with some angst. (I've been writing a lot of it lately for some reason. _) This was prompted by a poem a friend of mine wrote and I don't claim to own the idea that stemmed this one-shot. Thanks again to my wonderful beta xxtokidokixx who puts up with all my sporadicness. Thanks, too, to all who have favorited or subscribed to my alerts. You guys are awesome. ^_^
Enjoy!
I only want you when you're broken- Brittany Nettles
I only want you when you're broken, when she's shot you down again. When you're at your lowest points trying so desperately to bring yourself back up.
I only want you when you're broken. When you're normal and happy with smiles and optimism I hate you; all that you've become, all that you believe in, all that you stand for. All that keeps me from destroying you, breaking down your body until all that's left is blood stains and memories is the knowledge that in a day's time she will once again wound you in a way that could never compare to the agony I plan for you; cuts so deeply with so little, until every word and every thought and every breath is torment; until you want nothing more than to give up despite your training.
I only want you when you're broken. When you're crippled with the knowledge that she doesn't want you; when you've fallen so deep into despair. When your faithfulness is not so unwavering after all. When all you care for is the confirmation that someone wants you, if only for your body; when all you want is for the physical pain to finally outweigh the emotional; when the pools of blood and the tremors of abused flesh dominate the throbbing of your heart.
I only want you when you're broken. To confirm that joy can overcome oppression; to ease the tightness in my chest, the clenching of my teeth, the throbbing in my temples, the demon in my head. The joy of causing another's suffering can make you, if only for a short time, forget your own. The scent of your blood, the taste of your sweat, the sound of your sobs, the sight of your body ruined as I thrust into you leaves me feeling light, free and blocks out-if only for a moment- the grating laughter, the maddening pain, the boiling fury.
And I continue to beat you, cut you, brand you with my touch and you writhe and bend and break to please me-your eyes closed and her name on your lips every time you cum because I only want you when you're broken. Because your pain is addicting; a drug I can never get enough of.
I only want you when you're broken because when you're broken, you're weak and I can be strong. I only want you when you're broken because I can focus on your pain instead of mine only for the sake of keeping my dubious sanity. I only want you when you're broken so I can build my world up while I tear yours down- using your ruins as my foundation. I only want you when you're broken because when you're broken, I'm whole.