Adriana's Poetry: A collection

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I hate to admit it but sometimes I feel like you bring me more pain than love.

It hurts for me to even think about this so how much more will it be for you?

Our love feels like my eternal punishment,

The very thing that makes me perish for my sins.

It feels as if we are each other's karma,

We are sinners, both tainted and cursed with the "gift" love,

We know we have so much love to give but we just don't know how to give in the right ways.

I feel like a traitor for saying that this feels like a match made in hell,

That this was simply driven by desire and excitement,

That there was no love at all and that it was always directionless.

I hate to admit it but that's the way I feel towards you sometimes.