One-sided love

Words can’t describe the way I feel about you.
I hold you close to be at one with you.
But you are not happy, its not what yo want.
You hold me close, but to you it’s a joke.
In my arms you feel soft, tender and right.
All I want to do is hold you so tight.

You scratch my back and apply pressure to my points. This does not score you points.
But I accept, after all I love you. Nothing matters because you’re still with me.
But your not happy, you rant and rave, sticking your knife deep into my brain.
But I still love you for it, I must be insane.

Now you pierce my ribs, and rip out my heart, squeezing and teasing – it becomes your art.
I think I'm the luckiest guy in the world. You’re squeezing my heart. Only you.
But you take hold of my insides and you scratch them open.
Drinking my blood and washing your face with my semen.

I bathe in the knowledge that it’s my blood you drink. And I love you more and stronger.
You twist me around, and stretch me about, laughing and looting my body.
And you breathe in success as you walk away.
I lay here dying slowly, deeply in pain and sorrow.
But when I think of you I only think of how much I care 'bout and love you.