Masochist

I think it hurts,

You don't think of me.

I always decide to sit in torture,

I plague myself with daydreams.

It's the shard you left, dripping pearls of red.

Leaving pain with every breath.

I'm a masochist.

Slow motion drive by,

Can you see the tears in my eyes?

Wandering to feel fingers down my back

That will never linger.

I am not whole, if I am not shattered.

If the devil asked, you'd be worth my soul.

Walking these streets has already swallowed me whole.

I blame the planets for being out of line,

I hate the universe giving me my first taste of the divine.

If only there was time I could borrow.

I smile through the salt,

Rolling down my lip.

Until I can't anymore.

This isn't a nightmare,

Satan slips in my head

Would you do it again?