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You claim to care for me But, only when I bleed Your play of intensity Is that of a phenomenon Your fingers leave trails Deep beyond my skin Your demand to remember And I obey In your hierarchy I want to be king To drink the finest wine And not care that it is blood Coercion is your lover But, I want to be first You laugh and sigh Only you know what I want Your smile is cosmetic I long to paint it over mine So that you wouldn't frown When you look at me My lips are peeling Swollen, like your heart You do not feel You are emotion I am not coy, like your others My cheeks do not colour When you hold me But I love you all the same You think I am stupid An imbecile, neurotic Ungrateful of all I am given Do I antagonize you When I look away, Long for another And then bleed to death? You can do better I am reminded everyday But you care When I let go of your hand