Hit me. Hurt me.
What's the worst that you can do?
Press your thumb in hard and
Bruise me like a plum
And, if I disgust you,
Spit on me
Piss on me
Rub shit into my hair
Let me know that you at least
Care enough to harm me
Actions speak louder than words
So, if you will not talk to me
Walk with me, gun at my back
And shoot me
How I long to feel your hand on mine
Even if it breaks my fingers
Think of me as worst you can
Try your best to make me cry
I will love you; love the fist
That twists and turns my heart.
Comments
Kilb50 | May 14, 2009 - 10:47
tara - Found this to be very powerful...the interplay between violence and love, the craving for recognition at any price. Good work!
Mangone | May 14, 2009 - 12:29
I can't bring myself to comment beyond saying that I dont think it has anything to do with love!
tarashannon | May 22, 2009 - 11:21
Well, its a false sense of love i guess. Thanks for reading :)