Who am I?bycupatea©
When you spank me I’m suppose to care.
I’m supposed to treasure that you’re down there.
Yet when you spanked me I wondered why
Why didn’t I feel a tear in my eye?
When the paddle connected with my backside
I whimpered, I gasped. I cringed in side.
Yet not a tear left my eye
I was in wonder, I don’t wanna cry.
Begging you is the thing to do
Yet begging you wasn’t what I could do.
You never asked me
You just blinked your eyes
What I wanted you wouldn’t buy.
Black and blue is my backside.
Are you near or did you forget to say good-bye?
Cuddling isn’t something you like to do
Yet bending, bruising is exciting to you.
Do you care?
Are you lovin’ it?
I don’t know and that makes me sick…
Even a submissive born to thee,
Likes gentleness and caring after the fee.
I find myself distant in your eyes
I’m not sure what’s deep inside.
Yet on the drive to my lonely home
Tears collected, they found a home.
Of all the things that I wanted to be
Alone was never a choice for me.
Yet all my life it’s been the same
I’m distant, stubborn, difficult to tame.
I once told you as a reference point
I want too much
Am I too cold to touch?
Is it possible that I can’t give?
Is it possible I shouldn't live?
Is it possible that what I crave,
Isn’t something that can be saved?
Perhaps I was never met to belong to anyone
Perhaps I was met to just be alone?
I’m sure I’ll never know the truth
Yet what I am is my only proof.
So what happens next?
I wonder just what?
Am I too strong?
Am I too shy?
Will I be forgotten with the
blink of an eye?