A prisoner in this relationship. Trapped by my own love for you. 
                              Everyday, I see less of me. Everyday, I see more of you. 
                              The pain you cause makes me want to hurt myself and you. 
                              I hate you for keeping me here. I hate myself more for letting you.
                              9/25/08
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
 
                                               
                                                  