A/N: This has nothing to do with cruelty to animals… it’s referring to the old expression ‘curiosity killed the cat’. This poem is about how curiosity can sometimes be harmful, and how often times pain is the only form of satisfaction we know.

To Kill the Cat (Or, ‘Curiosity’)

Hurt me

Hurt me

Please, somebody

Won’t you come

Kill the happy girl

She doesn’t belong

Her wax-lipped smile

And blue wide-saucer-eyes

Have no right to shine

Here in this place.

Hate me

Hate me

Please,

Don’t love me

I’ll love you back

I would never break you heart

And you want someone who will.

I don’t deserve you

Anyway.

Tell me,

Tell me,

Please,

Just bring it down on me

I can take it

I WANT to know.

Don’t I love

How you pretend and lie

To try and save my pride

Knowing it’s only a matter of time

Before we

Kill

The cat.