Needs

I wonder sometimes why I have this need for pain. What is it that feeds that need? Why do I want to feel the sting of your hand on my face? Why do I crave your hand around my neck? Why do I wish for bruises to run my hands over long after we part?

Part of me craves it from a purely masochistic standpoint. I love the way my senses ignite when the pleasure is mixed with pain.

But the other piece of it is about my natural inclination to put up my walls when I am under pressure. I have done a pretty fantastic job of making a life for myself. A life where I don’t need anyone to take care of me. I tend to shut myself off from feeling, from being vulnerable. From needing anyone.

When I am feeling that way I need You to literally smack me out of it. To break through those walls. To provide me with that reminder that You are there. That You see and accept that part of me that not only wants, but needs You to be in control.

I am no longer afraid that he will break me, I am more afraid of not being broken out.