CHAPTER 6

I told Her 

Not too long after 

That She could take out Her pain 

On me. 

She was hesitant, 

But I insisted. 

I'd rather I was hurt and wounded 

Than Her. 

But I'd never thought 

That She'd be so harsh. 

It only took one touch, 

One scratch upon my back, 

For Her to get addicted 

To seeing my blood rather than Hers. 

She will scratch and slash, 

Cut and carve, 

Bite and burn, 

Hit and hate. 

Every abuse She'd ever hurled upon Herself 

And every abuse life'd ever hurled upon Her, 

She hurls it upon me 

With the force of the world. 

She enjoys me, 

She loves me, 

She ensures 

That She owns me. 

Her name 

Next to mine 

In a heart 

Carved into my back. 

For Her 

It is euphoric. 

Akin to no emotion 

Nor pleasure. 

My blood 

Compares to no heavenly peace 

Nor sinful pleasure 

For Her. 

When I showered 

The water turns red. 

When I walk 

My clothes graze my wounds. 

It is a life of pain, 

Suffering and anguish, 

But I get to see Her smile, 

I get to see Her live. 

My Sadistic, Addicted Sweetheart, 

Rosie.