Forgive me, dear one, for I’ll hurt you now.
I’ll work my blade through your flesh
And watch your face contort;
I’ll hold your eyes with mine
And await, with patience, the glistening
That marks the coming of the tears.
I’ll watch you frown and watch you cry;
And please, please let me just this once,
For I need to know that you hurt.
I need to know, my love, that I can make you cry.