Desperate Love

Hit me. Hurt me.
What's the worst that you can do?
Press your thumb in hard and
Bruise me like a plum
And, if I disgust you,

Spit on me
Piss on me
Rub shit into my hair
Let me know that you at least
Care enough to harm me

Actions speak louder than words
So, if you will not talk to me
Walk with me, gun at my back
And shoot me

How I long to feel your hand on mine
Even if it breaks my fingers
Think of me as worst you can
Try your best to make me cry
I will love you; love the fist
That twists and turns my heart.