CopperKnob Posted December 27, 2022 Posted December 27, 2022 The Sadist and the Masochist I bruised for him. He laughed away my sobs. I came for him. He didn't come to me I pledged allegiance. He flew another flag. I savoured the taste of him. He washed away my smell after every bedding. I used him for ***. He used me for pleasure. I used him to feel needed. He used me to be needed. I flattered him. He whispered terrible truths to me with his hands around my throat. I saw him at his lowest. He still made me look up to him I lifted him up. He drowned me in his misery. I knew the risks. He ensured I lost the bet. I was cut deeply to the core. It was he who wore the scars. I was burned. I now live free of those ashes. He still smells the smoke, feels it sting his eyes. I hope it reminds him; to do better, to be better.
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