Broken Whisper
By Nomar Knight
I don't do it for the love of you
Nor to see how your frail wrists bleed
I don't whip your back to hear you scream
Blotches of purple and red make me smile
But euphoria fades with each suspiration
I don't do it because pain is beautiful
Your pleading eyes beg for mercy
I don't pull your silken mane to be mean
Your heartfelt sobs reach fever pitch
Until you realize I'm your everything
I don't do it because torturing you
Is the ultimate fire which seals our love
I don't do it cause I was born sick
No one taught me these precious lessons
I do it because I love to hear
Your broken whisper
©2015 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.
A Knight Chills poetic presentation.
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