Kind Sir

You assume this pain is your doing,

Taking pride in the marks and

Scars along my heart.

Hide your hubris for these were self inflicted.

This was not a homicide,

More like a murder-suicide

With a twist.

Forget the slit wrists and the revolver.

 

You’re just a pawn on my board. You think you’ve

Done something grand, don’t flatter yourself.

You underestimate my abilities, Kind Sir.

 

No one hurts a masochist, just helps her

Give in to her desires.

The woman I am, I feed off your actions

Because I control them.

Hurt me?

You did no such thing.

Make me bitter?

More like relieved!

 

You were the easiest to coax;

You pushed me when I was willing to jump.

The edge was one I ran to.

 

Love and Masochism,

Kind Sir, are two things

That do not bode well together.

In order for one to thrive within

My soul the other must not survive.

And surprise! But love does not conquer all.

I know the woman I am and that knowledge leads

To one inevitable reoccurrence.

 

Whenever love begins to grow within

The masochist I know myself to be

Rises up.

 

She knows me better than you ever have,

And unfortunately better than you ever will.

She and I together work better

Than any other coupling.

We read others and know how to play them,

Pushing their buttons until they give us the pain we

So dearly need.

With you, it was quite easy.

 

You think you shattered my soul when in reality

I was Mary Shaw; I pulled your strings

But let your mind think you were the one so clever.

So foolish, you could never

Hurt someone

So skilled in hurting themselves.

Kind Sir, you showed affection and that was

Your mistake.

Loving a woman like me is not possible for

I know better than any other soul how to

Turn love into hate.

 

The moment you uttered those three words

My masochist arose from her sleep,

Stretched her limbs, and began plotting.

 

You thought I was weak, but I am

Stronger than you think.

Do not let my mask fool you,

My strength comes from my pain.

The pain I choose to cause myself.

In my world pain and enjoyment

Are not much different. In fact they are the same

Just living under a different name.

 

So, Kind Sir, I thank you.

You played as well as you could.

Check Mate

Reviews

[New Dawn]

thought provoking , excellent poetry, you knew what you wanted to get across and didn't get distracted. I loved the way your subject refused to be viewed as a victim. Not sure i like the masochist idea as i have a very low pain threshold, but the topic is unusual and was explained so well. Great writing