Emo Love

        
I love your fucking hair,    
not because it's pretty,    
but because it gives me something    
to grab onto.      
     
You feel insecure when you and I are    
with your friends, not because of what    
you're wearing, but because      
they've all spread their legs for me.      
     
You look at your ass in the    
mirror, not because you think it's    
sexy, but because you    
want to see the welt marks    
I left behind when I had
my way with you.    
     
You hate the way I    
tear you down.    
     
The way I make you whimper, scream, and cry.    
     
You are fed up with my bullshit,      
and wish I would disappear.    
     
All I do is hurt you, and make you    
wish that you were dead.    
     
I'm the knife that cuts    
you.    
     
The needle that impales    
your skin.    
     
The snow powder    
that awakens all senses.    
     
The wounds that won't heal.      
     
I'm everything you love to hate.