Masochist
A shiver,delivered from the darkest depths of my spine,
Shot through me like a hollow point pushing to the back of my mind,
a cold thought, a sudden glimpse of a once upon a time
from a closed book that tells the story of when she was mine,
And I fight the temptation to open it and look,
Just to see what once was through the story told in that book,
Still I remove the lock and tear off the chains,
To reveal the fairy tale with the ending that remains the same,
And everytime I read it I get hurt the same,
Anger takes me over and I curse her name,
I said I love you and YOU told me you felt the same,
Then you tell me YOU feel it for whats his name,
Now I'm humiliated, and hurt once again,
Vulnerable, wounded, and exposed to pain,
A shiver.
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