Work Text:
if you'd let me cover my face and pout,
and cry while my grazes gush and blister,
i'd ask you to bleed me out.
and if you'd let me finish my remark,
or if you'd pull down my sleeve,
i'd ask you to leave your cutmark.
if you'd stop me from shivering,
whilst i'm quiet and alone,
i'd let you leave me blithering.
and once i'd be feeling as if you're just a flea,
starting to scratch at my skin,
i'd want you to leave me be.
i'd beg you to bleed me out.