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...