Anonymous Confession

Through thoughts of blades and twisted knives,
She scatters footprints in our lives,
With pain and pleasure she derives,
the methods to peek at our insides.

And soon she knows,
Slaps and blows,
They come in droves,
I'm on my toes,
Through ebbs and flows,
Of friends or foes,
With screams and no's,
She twists me with her will.

I beg and plead,
With fear and need,
I must succeed,
Submit indeed.

And so I write,
after my fight,
With great delight,
To show that I am hers.