I hate the way you touch my heart
I hate the things you say
I hate each minute we're not apart
I wish you'd go away
You taught me how to feel again
For that I hate you, too
For that pleasure brings me pain
It hurts when I love you

I Love the Way You Hurt Me

You slapped me once and called me "whore"
I slapped you back and asked for more
For I thrive upon the pain you give
By killing me you help me live
Your cruelty helps define my world
Within these walls of hate I'm curled
and laying on a floor of spite
I hide my eyes, but take delight
Deep down I enjoy pain's application
For pleasure comes from ALL sensation

~Dallas Wagner~