I am a sadist,
or so I was told.
I won't disclose names,
but his offhand remark
struck me as odd and
I think about how you love me,
eternal and passionate.
And I think about how I love you,
Restrictive and closed-hearted.
Friends, I told you,
and only that.
And I love to see you cry for me,
I love to see you die for me,
the power I have over your soul
I play you like the queen of hearts
and you drop to your knees
at my every whim...
and I love it
and I hate it
and I drive the both of us
And I'm having the time of my life
watching you want me
watching you suffer
I am a sadist.
Author's Notes: This is one
of my favorite recent poems, actually. It's rather accurate, as awful
as that is. Let's see...in the first verse, "his offhand remark"
refers to someone having called me sadistic. Which actually happened.
This person is different from the one I address the poem to...he
knows who he is, and if he reads this, I'm sorry. And I think that
would be all. Any questions or comments, check my bio, you know where
to write, or just review me and I'll get back to you. Thanks for taking
the time. :) ~MJ
Date of Composition: October 15, 2002; 11:00 p.m.