Clinging to the doorknob, I fall upon my knees
Begging for a comfort, to hush my constant pleas.
Once invited with such warmth. I’m now kicked into the dust
And I’m reaching for assurance from a liar I still trust.
I came to you broken, coddled in your arms
You gave me fleeting pleasures, and superficial charms
Spell-bound in your entrapment, I gave you my “consent”
To treat me with such cruelty, and plot my quick descent
Into a rock encrusted bottom, not a pillow by my side
You’ve stripped away the comfort that you’ve once amply supplied.
Yet I still yearn for your company, despite the pain you bring
I’m addicted to your fire and the piercing of your sting
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