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In art, it is where you see the most passionate love
Hurt Me 30.04.25
Hurt me.
Take me in your arms and don't hold back. Like you mean it.
Grip me, break me, leave your marks all across my skin like proof that you were here, that I was wanted.
Choke me, slap me, bite down until I bruise.
Make me kneel until my legs are sore and shaking. Push me past the edge.
Until I pass out from the weight of it all—pain, pleasure, you.
Until my body begs for mercy
and still wants more.
I don’t want soft.
I want real.
Make me feel not just something,
but everything.
I want to cry and moan and beg and not know the difference anymore.
I want to lose control and still know I’m safe in your hands.
Make me feel everything I’ve been too afraid to ask for.
I want to fall apart in front of you,
for you,
because of you.
And then—
pull me into you.
Wrap your arms around me like I’m yours,
like I’ve always been.
Let us fall asleep together,
skin to skin, sweat drying between us,
naked and spent—
but whole.
Let the silence be soft and full.
Because that’s the intimacy i crave and the only kind I’ve ever believed in.
Rough, brutal, and tender.
“There’s some people in this world who you can just love and love and love no matter what.”
— John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
Talk to me—
Tell me about your day. What pissed you off, what made you happy, what made you ache inside?
Then tell me about your past, about your dreams.
Tell me who you were before the world asked you to be someone else.
Tell me how you react when you’re hurt, how you soften when you love.
Tell me what you feel—what you really feel.
Whisper your deepest, darkest secrets, the ones you think no one would understand.
I want to understand.
Let’s talk about everything.
About the universe, how it terrifies and amazes us.
Let’s talk about people, nature, how cruel yet beautiful life is.
Let me tell you how you make me feel.
How your presence alone makes it easier to breathe.
How every time i see you it’s like i have hope again.
Tell me how I make you feel.
Not the polished version—just the truth.
Let’s touch souls.
Let’s talk about god, even if neither of us believe.
Let’s question the meaning of life, even if we never find an answer.
Let’s stare into each other like everything else has melted away.
Just us—no noise, no time.
Then let me hold you like I’ll never get the chance again.
Like this is the last moment and I want to make it last forever.
Let’s take off the layers—not just clothes, but everything,
to get even closer.
Skin to skin.
Human to human.
Soul to soul.
I want to cry and moan and beg and not know the difference anymore.
I want to lose control and still know I’m safe in your hands.
Make me feel everything I’ve been too afraid to ask for.
I want to fall apart in front of you,
for you.
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“The secret to happiness…be satisfied and be grateful.”
— Mitch Albom, Have a Little Faith
…
Talk to me in your language, even if I don’t understand it. Tell me every single thing that you were afraid to say. I will listen to your foreign words and see the real you. In fact it’s the closest we will ever be, because theres nothing more true than feelings spoken trough your mother tongue. There’s nothing more true than words spoken to someone who you know doesn’t understand you.
Talk to me in your language, even if I don’t understand it. Tell me every single thing that you were afraid to say. I will listen to your foreign words and see the real you. In fact it’s the closest we will ever be, because theres nothing more true than feelings spoken trough your mother tongue. There’s nothing more true than words spoken to someone who you know doesn’t understand you.