I am also a masochist

I can open my soul to you, put your hands in and make a hole in me, 

I predict when you're about to leave,
 I bottled up my feelings a long time ago,
 but not my senses,I don't dare touch you, 

I don't want to break the things that work for you.

You can make a hole in my soul, you would leave a wound that I would sew with all the poems I wrote for you, there would be no tears in my scar. M