Nameless 

 

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. 

 

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