"Come back to me darling" You say as I try to make my way out the door.
"No," I always shout back, "I have to stop."
"But you still love me."
"You know I always will."
"One last embrace then, if this has to be so."
Your metal claws fly,
Open,
Inviting,
towards me and I have to push you.
"With every kiss my lips are stained."
"Isn't that why you kiss me, anyways?"
My grasp on the door weakens,
And you take this as a sign to press forward.
I can't help it,
I fall into your arms.
"You will never stop," You hiss into my ear as I cry red red red,
"You will always be like this but you LOVE it. The thrill, the attention, all the things you never got before."
"Stop," I try to plead,
The sick taste back in my mouth,
"No more, I beg of you. Mercy."
Oh dear God, have mercy.
You're finally done with me a while later.
And I leave,
Angry and self-pitying but with the admitted tingle of a high.
I will never quit,
You are right.
Even when I think I will,
When I manage the courage to try and leave you for good,
I'm always beckoned back for another round.
I don't hate you,
I was never forced into this by you.
And I do love you,
In a sick,
Self destructing kind of way.
One day,
I know I'm going to die for you.
You'll hurt me too deep and it won't stop,
I'll collapse onto the shower floor,
The water will beat down on my cold body.
You'll sigh and lie down next to me,
I know you'll do that much.
You'll stroke my hair and tell me everything will be alright,
To just hold still now,
It'll only be a minute.
You'll wait until my eyes go glassy
before you leave,
Kissing my forehead and closing the door behind you.
But will you truly care?
No, no,
You won't be sad,
You wouldn't mourn.
You have plenty more girls to destroy,
And yet you're all that I've ever had.
But I really do love you,
More than I ever will admit.
I need you,
Razor.