Beautiful Enough To Frame

Masochist

What you read in my writing

Is not what you get

For there are many things

That I also forget

Like how it was I

Who broke his own heart

And not really the woman

Who tore it apart

I walked on without stopping

Being pulled by a halter

As if I were a cow

Being led to its slaughter

And as she begged and she pleaded

For me to let go

Inside me was a secret

That I only know

You may have guessed it by reading

But if not then you must sit

For all of the torture

Well

I kind of liked it