Every-time you break my heart
And make me feel like a tart
I feel like taking a knife
Stabbing you
Watching you bleed
Stabbing you some more
And twisting the blade in your flesh
It would excite me to see you hurt
So you know how you make me feel
And when your eyeballs pop out in distress
And no voice can be heard from you
Then, I will gloat
Or will I?
No
Every-time you break my heart
And make me feel like a tart
I will apologize and buy you a gift
I will be your pretty submissive doll
I will love you
Pamper you
Love you some more
Then rest assured I can be:
that the knife will go deeper
mince your insides to flimsy pieces
And you shall still bleed some more
Then you might realize:
Two can play this game.

I like those every once in a while, but not for unrequited love.






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