Torn

Torn
Stainless steel blade
Six inches long, a millimeter thick
Twenty five stitches and a scar.

Wooden stake,
fourteen centimeters, pointed tips.
A cut across my arm.

Pain...
Through pain I am cured.
Heartache, I bleed it away.
Ebbing...fading
A beating heart

Pain...
Is my drug
Is my love
Is my high
Is the way I show I love you

Please don't
Laugh at me
Killing me
Always willing me
to be your slave to serve you

Your loving
Its hurting
Its hurting so good

Then my pain...ebbs away

Goodbye
One word, two syllables, seven letters.
A torn heart spills no blood, only
Tears.