Just Do It

Wrap your hand around my throat.

Whisper those words in my ear.

Let me hear what you’re going to do.

Or don’t.

Do your worst.

Do everything you’ve ever dreamed of to me.

Because, you know, I’ll smile and walk away still an adult and won’t expect molly coddling.

Do it.

Whatever you want.

Abuse me.

Bite me.

Call me a whore, slut, pig, piece of filth.

What you want, do to me.

I’ll let you do it all.

Loose yourself for a few moments.

Get it out of your system.

Bite there, scratch here.

Cut here, squeeze that.

Rip me apart.

I’ll put myself back together.

Do it.

Let me be your creation for a while.

Turn me into what you want.

Whether that’s a quivering sobbing wreck on the floor…

So be it.

Or

If it’s me stroking your back as you cave and give in to your feelings…

So be it.

I’ll be whatever you want me to be.

I’ll be your comforter.

I’ll be your escape.

Rip the other apart.

Rip my hair out

Rip your hair out.

I don’t care.

Let me see you.

I’ll clean the mess.

I’ll sort you and me out.

I’ll bathe you and make sure you’re okay before leaving.

I won’t stay after, unless you want me too.

Then I’ll stay until you tell me to leave.

Just show me you

I don’t care what comes from it.

I won’t walk away.

No matter what you show me.

I’ll still smile and carry on saying stupid shit.

I don’t care if it’s a beast you harbour.

Or if it’s a child that needs comfort.

I’ll be there.

Whatever you want.

Whatever you need.

Just let me see you.

Then I’ll be happy.

Show me who you really are.