next time, i want you
to hurt me
the way nobody will

bleeding lips never bleed secrets
and broken jaws never
sing songs of heartache;
only headache

i want to see your lust
spelled in its truest form
i need you to show me the reality
of this illness

should i believe you this time
when you say we ought to
i mean
want to
...you know...

don't you think it could do us good?

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