The Reality

I want you to hurt me,
The words I've throw around lightly,
A pebble in my hands.
Truely a bolder now,
Show me, crush me, tell me,
I'm a horrid creature.
I implore you, please,
Please, give me the pain I gave you,
Give me all, and ten-fold.
It will never be enough,
Chastise me.
Slap me with the reality I still so deeply crave.
But you instead, stay silent,
Still pining for the affection I can't seem to give you.
You're much too forgiving.
I truely carry remorse for the scars I've left.
I'm not what you should be served.