Like Torture

Fingertip-poise and blood-soaked confidence.
She tears through my skin.
And she strips me bare.
She sees through my autumn eyes
and she knows
she knows me.

I love her and I
like the pain she brings.
I adore the screams in the night,
the clenched fists and teeth.
It's comforting to know that only she
can make me feel this
blood-lust sort of pain.

And I've heard she breathes fire.
And I know what they mean when they say
she's poison.
Pitch-fork tongue and eyes a color
not found in nature.
She is just my kind of poison.

The way she leaves me shaking
with just her words,
just a little
token.
She is more than I could ever ask for
and something I will never truly have.

And I'll love her for the way she left me.
For the ways I will never leave her
breathing hard and covered in sweat and
wanting more.
I'll love her for never being mine.