I hate that I still yearn for your presence, even when I know that you'll break me into millions of pieces; pieces that are too complicated to put back together. But believe me, I'm fine with that- I know that I will forgive you, it's not your fault, but mine.

I want you to do it.

I want you to hurt me.

I want you to break me,

Break me so badly.

Cause so much damage,

That in the end,

I'll be so broken, that not even you,

Would be able,

To piece me back together.

And I'm sure that I wouldn't fall,

Again and deeper into the ocean,

Like before.