At times, I beg you.
I beg you to stitch me
Like that black button
On your faded plaid shirt.
At times, I beg you.
I beg you to fuck me
Like a skilled seamstress
With a needle in hands.
At times, I also beg you.
I beg you to thread your words
Like barbed wires into my skin
And finally tell me...
... Tell me that you love me.
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