Love Me, Hurt Me

I know you’re bad for me but I still open the door

By Ryan BurkeyPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

Midnight, angry pounding on my door

I let you in, despite the threats

If I tell or cheat, I’m dead

Push me onto the bed

So sensual, soft

So very wrong

This must end

We are

Done

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Ryan Burkey

PNW native. Government analyst by day and a writer, song-writer and musician by night. Writing topics include nature, faith, relationships, and social commentary. Hobbies are traveling, coffee shop vibes, food, and comedy.

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