My love for him cuts
my heart like a knife
. I found my love
for him again tonight in my pain
. The purity
of it hurt
much. I’m vulnerable to his whims. When I hurt him, I am hurt even more. All of his pain is reflected back at me three-fold.
And his love for me? What of it? How strong, how deep, how transient is it?
I can't stand it. I can’t let someone have control over me like this.
He tells me we all grow up and mature with pain. I guess I must be a real big girl now.