Madame Fury
My words hurt,
So do my touches,
And my bites are worse,
When I am present,
I hurt,
When I am not,
My absence hurts,
During the day,
The sunlight that reflects off my face hurts,
At night,
The clothes that cover me hurt,
When I speak,
Your ears hurt,
When I bite not,
Your earlobes hurt,
When I walk,
My curves hurt,
When I walk away,
My shadow hurts,
Yes, no amount of hurt will be enough,
I will want everything you have to give,
Even that last drop of your blood,
And I shall still demand
That I want a kiss on my neck,
Your tortured soul
Will wish hell were not real,
Yet you will still all of it for just you and only you,
Yes, I am your unhealthy addiction,
I am Madame Fury.
Do you dare?