Love Hurts

You used to leave bruises.
Who cares what abuse is?
I urged you to do
What came naturally to you:
Hurt me.
Ben, I still flirt with disasters.

Disasters like you I still hunt.
What d'you do
To my tastes and desires?
I'm addicted to fires.
Love Hurts:
Ben, Ben you have marked me for good.

Good things don't hurt.
I'm on danger alert
For humiliating fixes.
Administer bricks to
My heart:
Ben, you are building a monster.

Monsters have hearts
Which they peddle in art
Where we quantify fires
And decode our desires.
Ben, you've given me poise and perspective.

Perspective like this
Is a terrible kiss;
Leaves me cold and removed
And scalding and soothed.
Thanks:
Ben, I'll return all the trophies.

A gong for each bruise.
I long for to cruise
The dark streets for the rest of you.
I want the best of you.
Ben, my love is wrapped in your strength.

Strength came from weakness,
And brilliance from bleakness.
You've broken and fixed me;
Punched, bit and kicked me.
Ben, you'll never leave my reflection.

Love hurts.