Are you ever just aggressive
for the sick fascination of it?
like a distant childhood memory
I just want to know why,
what does it feel like to cause hurt?
Just because I can
or because I want to.
It’s learning the art of unapologetically
digging your fingers into my flesh
and letting red run,
of making me believe it never happened,
or atleast not how I remember,
you were kinder
and I’m just remembering wrong.
And I know I’m too soft
to be so hard on others.
So it’ll always
and only ever be,
a sick fascination.