TW: SH

                                                             The need

There are times when a need arises. It arises due to misfortunes.

I can't help it.

Your touch with my skin...

Your little warmth when you touch me...

Your way of hurting me.....

Those wounds that you cause me make me fall in love

that turns into a need disguised as love

You don't even arise because of misfortunes, you do it to hurt me.

Will it be satisfaction?

Will it be guilt?

Will it be customary?

What will be that need that always makes me come back?

return to your constant pain that hugs me at night.

Those nights where the only thing I need is for you to make my blood flow for you.