I Knew You’d Hurt Me
Why are you here. Why are you making me feel like this. your such a sick cruel Sapphic entity the way you get inside of my soul touching me with those agonizing emotions, those painful fingertips grabbing me with masochistic kisses that violate me render the violence intolerable. making blood rush to my head leaving bruises to mar and scar my being. you hurt me. you hurt me so exquisitely making me tear and scream in agony the dreadful burden of knowing your body your mind your touches your scent is so unmistakably unbearable. I am so afraid of you deep in my vulnerability using it to terrorize me torture my mentality my emotional stability, topple me over the edge using my need as a weapon formed against me. hurting me so much inside. you are so good at brutalizing. I am realizing the mistake I made in bringing you into my fold, teasing my every yearning the burning the sensations of being kissed roughly nails digging in my flesh raking the skin off of my back my muffled cries buried in your shoulders muzzled by your hands. the deep angry stares glaring as you look at me, watch me squirm and writhe underneath of you digging deeper into me the pain so harsh I can’t take another second but I dare not slip into madness. drilling your sadism into my eroticism and innocence, stealing my purity, my calm, you grip my throat of despair and choke my sensibility until no breath can reach my inner spirit and you hurt me even more and I let go and let out a terrifying scream as you hurt me inside and I hurt you back, all over every inch of your massive savagery. now hurt me again this time slowly.
