I bite my tongue
until it bleeds
and the crimson
rusting taste
floods my mouth
how is it you can
make me your
verbal punching bag
but I still say nothing.
The words form but do
not leave my lips
maybe it is fear
or maybe I enjoy
the masochistic
butching of my being
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something I've been thinking about for a week or two
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Who to?
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who else would make me feel this way?
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Yeah, yeah, I get it.
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