There’s something about his kiss.
It’s like electric-shock therapy
With all the destructive side effects.
But I like the pain. I do.
It makes me feel alive.
I like the torture of rejection.
There’s something about it
That makes it strangely comforting.
I think it’s the fact that
He accepted me once.
I’d rather dwell on the rejection;
At least, it’s believable.