You hurt me more than you mean to
But I take it well.
It’s like I’m longing for a lesson
Beyond what should be spelt.
I like it when the words or lack of it sink in me,
I parade it under my facade all too well.
I let you walk all over me
Fresh wounds ripping from the swells
I like the taste of the blood as it flows
I shouldn’t but it helps me remember well.