I gave you pain, and kissed away all your tears.
I made you love, the sum of all your fears.
I hit you again, and then I made you my own.
I own your soul, my, how much you have grown.

I love you
I hurt you
I hold you
I pain you
I have you
I fuck you
I want you
I need you
I grab you
I have you

I know you want me, your denials are proof.
I know you love me, even if you don't tell the truth.
You bring me closer, everytime you try to push me away.
Don't look so scared, I am here to stay.

You love me
You want me
You have me
You need me
You push me
You hurt me
You fuck me
You hold me
You pain me
You grab me

And we'll be together until the end.

01/08/2002

Author's Note: This poem was the most difficult for me to write, as I imagine very few people could handle this kind of perspective. I have an inordain hatred of rapists myself, so this poem for me, maybe one of my best, most commented, and one of my most read, but I ****ing hate it. Probably the fact I was raped myself has something to do with it, you think?

Posted on 01/08/2002
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