Pain

The gentle breeze of summer’s touch

Not seen not heard but felt

Tingles my skin and gives me joy

The blazing sun sends beads of sweat down my back

I love the torture maybe a little too much

“Get up, go in, you’re hurting yourself” ,they say

“I’ll be in a few , it’s a beautiful day”

I tell them, but I never go in

Till my face is badly dealt

With sunburn, I get the ice pack

But I never learn, my torture I did enjoy

So when tomorrow comes I go back to my torture

The gentle breeze of summer’s touch

But I do hope from this self hurt, soon will be my departure

But till then in my insanity the blazing sun will I enjoy