Vampire Masochism (redone)

Like barbed wire beneath my skin,
your hands stained with every sin,
you tangled your intentions, pressed the blade under my chin

At first, I resisted—
uneasy, unsure—


but slowly, I learned to crave
the feeling of you pulling me under.
My blood mixed with the water.

You twist, you pull, you unravel me,
and tears slip down my face—
not from pain,
but from something far more confusing,
something I couldn’t quite name.

I cried out into the frozen night air,
your hands cold, unrelenting—
it burned, but it felt fair.

Your voice, low and certain,
the sweetest lie I ever knew:
“no one can have you the way I do.”
And again, I gave in,


You twist, you pull, you unravel me,
and tears slip down my face—
not from pain,
but from something far more confusing,
something I couldn’t quite name.


The words were never truth—

I love you
just something pretty enough to hold onto.

Now I linger,
a shadow in your thoughts,
a memory that won’t quite fade—
not love, not longing,
just something that stays.

If I can’t be yours,
then I’ll be unforgettable—
a mark that time won’t erase,
If i can’t have you, she can’t have you,
No one can have you the way that I had you.