I know you like to make me cry

I know you like to make me cry

it gives you a little happy buzz

don't it?

I know you like to kick me in the face

kick me in the teeth

kick me in the gut

laughing at me with those periwinkle eyes

crush my heart

make it die

you cut me at the achilles

watch me fall to my knees

bleeding all over

your fine prussian rug

so easy for you

innit?

no wonder I dream no longer

spread violet roses over my skin

bloom so easy under your fist

bone fractures in ribs

pricking lungs with cold pincers

and I know you like to make me cry

it makes you happy

it makes you smile

when I'm broken on my knees

you tell me 

you tell me

you tell me

just say please.

and your blue blue eyes

they dancing

as veins are pulled to unravel my wrists

cotton pools over the rug

this rug

softer than you

with the shards of glass

embedded in my shins

making me crawl

fingers thread in my hair

yank it back 

crack my neck

rip the strands from my scalp

throw me down

glass adds more scars

to my spine.

standing over me with those periwinkle eyes

you smile

you smile

it's all in my mind.