My Pretty Little Masochist

My pretty little masochist
Never learned the method of duck & run.
She stays where she is
Getting battered to pieces,
Hiding her scars & insisting it's fun.

My pretty little masochist
Won't let me protect her
From my self destructive ways.
She prefers to stay and fight for the mess of me.
Stubborn to the point
Of being irresistibly adorable,
She swears she's strong & not so easily broken
But we both worry when we see
The reflected pain of my own bad decisions,
Staring back at me.

My pretty little masochist
Is never ending patience & a world of understanding
As my broken heart orbits around her.
I pull her emotions along with mine
Like the moon pulls the tide
But she never complains
Of the pain that splashes on to her from me.

My pretty little masochist
Is dragon's logic & dragon's strength
Always protecting others fiercely.
But she told me once the secret
Of her dragon scales
Is construction paper & glitter glue
& never letting anyone close enough to notice
Her disguise,
Her lies,
No one except for me.
Because I am safe in her secret,
I can't hold her when she threatens to break,
I'm a cracked vase that her dragon tears would leak through
So she must preserve her glamour
To keep the rest of us together.

My pretty little masochist
Is typically
Laughter & smiles & song.
She holds me tight when she promises
This time we'll get it right
Though my history always got it wrong.

My pretty little masochist
Is butterfly wings against my skin,
Is the good to balance out my sin,
Is the love I always wanted but never believed I could win.