I Know.

You can take me like your mistress whore,
Because I know that deep down,
Behind the mask of rage and ice,
You love me.

You can play with me like your toy,
Toy with me like your puppet,
Because I know that deep down,
Behind your mask of cold words and tight fingers,
You adore me.

You can hurt me,
Breathe disdain and disgust into my ear,
Because I know that deep down,
Behind the gritted teeth and domination,
You worship me.

And I know that deep down,
Past the mask of dominance and power,
You’d let me cut you too.