I only desired a sweet, simple distraction, 

A patch on the past to push pain far away, 

Bruised ego escapist through fleeting attraction,

Now I’m a slave begging her master to stay,

Freedom forgone I pull and choke on this collar,

Somehow I always lose pride and end up on my knees,

They tell me my value is akin to cheap whores and a dollar,

Mind begs to me to slow down, my body says faster please,

As a hopeless romantic I’ve learned a lot about bruises, 

To the chase and his touch, once again, I succumb,  

I’ve learned little of love and more about tying nooses,

I am not skilled in playing games, I never have won, 

My thoughts they run darker, deeper than I’d like to admit, 

It’s a relief to just melt into the bliss of your skin on mine,

There are so many rotten mistakes I can’t seem to forget, 

Is there a difference between pleasure and wasting time?

I’m a fool on fool’s errands, I execute them so well, 

Are the stupid and courageous but one in the same?

If he feels like Heaven I dare not drag him into my Hell,

Still I love the way it sounds when I’m moaning his name.