You have a needle in your palm.
Ready to prick me again
And again, and again.
It's like as if you enjoy watching me get hurt.
You take the needle and poke my heart.
I feel a sharp pain prick me, but it doesn't hurt as much as it used to.
Because I'm used to this part of the story about heartbreak.
But yet, it still stings a little.
(a/n)- i feel like this one was bad oof.
