hey baby, can you bleed like me?

it's not hard, just get that feeling
and suddenly it's easy.
a day or 193 of 'em (like I had)
doesn't make a difference,
it'll welcome you with open arms.

(get it? open arms? Never did have
much of a fucking sense of humour
when I'm feeling like this,
go ahead and tell me again
"that ain't fucking funny
that shit you do"
but oh, baby, sometimes
it's so serious it gets hilarious.)

maybe you'll call me a cynic
but I'm not the world's bitch anymore
(or yours)
see the fireworks behind my eyes,
oh ain't that pretty,
watch me shine, what a joke.

hey baby, can you bleed like me?

I like to think I get to hurt me
and save you some trouble.
I confess,
I like to see the revulsion in your eyes.
maybe one day you'll hate me so much
even your fist can't stand to touch me.

even more,
I love how you only like Russian Roulette
if you get to pull the trigger.

(i'll confess to you,
I never liked the mystery
of when and why
so really I don't need you, cos
I can play the game all by myself.)

hey baby, can you bleed like me?
c'mon baby, can you bleed like me?

(A/N: "hey baby, can you bleed like me" is a line from a Garbage song, "Bleed Like Me". I did not think of that line myself. The rest of the poem and its content are mine, however.
Also, I don't have an abusive partner. I just got a random burst of inspiration. So don't go calling the police for me or anything, ha.)