Hurt me.

Let me feel
your fists on my face.
I want to taste
the blood on your fingers.
Sometimes I feel free
and I miss you.

Let me kiss
the knuckles that hit me.
I want to see
the guilt in your eyes.
Sometimes I try to leave
and I miss the love.

Let me see
the bruises in the mirror.
I want to know
the damage you have done.
Sometimes I think of running
and I miss the pain.

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