I don't know what happened to the marks you left on my neck
my legs
and my back
I can still feel them when I look in the mirror
and in the shower
and in bed
But I can't see them
like all the love between us
I can still feel it
But I want to see it again
YOU ARE READING
MASOCHISM
Poetryan uncensored synposis of the thoughts and experiences belonging to a young tired masochist. I quit writing for a while but sometimes I feel I need to write more than I need a cigarette.
