The Acme Of Imperfection

I never quite understood what she meant when she said that I'm 'too good looking' for my own good, or how my looks, and my 'perfection' would be the reason I hurt her, until it hit me, rather, until I hurt her. I never fully understood that hurt until I did, I never fully grasped just what she went through, each time I put her through it, until she put me through it. Hurt. Pain. Frustration. Sad. Lied too. Self-doubt. Depression worse than you're average depression. Anger. Shame. Broken. Rejected. Exposed. Wounded even. Replaced. Foolishness. Disgusted. Self-blame. Torture. Tortured. Fear. Alone. Heartache. Stomach-ache. Humiliated. Nauseas. Betrayed. Love - yeah, love, the one that doesn't quite belong, one would think, yet it's the one that shades out everything else, and strangely what should dissipate but does quite the opposite, the one that, confusing the hell out of me even today, makes you feel you need to stay, even though all you want is to leave...