Cards

(To her)

I love wholly and purely, you don't even want that. You crave more pain than I could ever put down. I keep my pain to myself. My cards are not bleeding they stay held, tightly against my chest, hidden. But i’m horrible at bluff. I keep you in my hand. I know its the wrong move. Maybe that makes us the same. Hungry for hurt and pain, mine silently and yours pleasurably.

I'm playing my card now.