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The Pleasure of Pain
Like a blade to my wrist
Your words cut deep
Always leaving me there to bleed
The pain however is pleasurable
Just like the sharp pain of your teeth against my skin
Like you fingernails raking down my back
Like you pulling my hair while I kiss you
Just because I can no longer have you
Doesn't mean I don't have memories
I still wear the marks you left
They are the only things I have left of you.
