By Riley Sadlier
If my mistake hurts you, it hurts me too. It burns a hole in my ribcage, making it easier for you to lay your head on my chest, to see right through me.
You won’t leave me; I won’t leave you.
So we remain.
Waiting for a moment of pure ecstasy so that I can once again ruin it and you can dwell in the misery that you love so much. Craving that toxic sadness.
As I sabotage myself and you beg me for a pain that you can’t find anywhere else, I cry out. But you won’t let me go.
These lovers just beg for punishment–and it looks like they’ll get it!