a battered heart thrills me
but i'd never tell
I think it's the story, the work up to it
the constant emotional ache
a part of it must feel good in me
what else would be the reason to sit
watch
linger
as my heart begs for an end
who else endures this agony?
besides the people who find the pleasure in the misery
we know what happens next
the story doesn't change
maybe we love the knowing
the reassurance that this, this will not change
you ask
how can you love the own screaming of your pain
but if they've chopped off your legs
chained you to the bed
all you have left is to laugh at the remains
and fall. in love
that you..
were always right.
and that is,
Satisfying.