Cruel

Here's where you lay your head on my pillow,
and I told you not to go.
You didn't listen, you never do,
and now I have to hurt you.

Here's where you were swallowed in my arms,
light as a feather, but I'm the tar.
You didn't listen when I said to run;
well, it's too late now to escape, my love.

Your eyes say you would never try to obey,
and I, well...I'm just cruel.
I'll hurt and hurt and hurt you.
So stand stabbed and silent still;
no no no, I won't kill you,
I'll just hurt you a little.

Just a little.

~06/2006