Note to a Lover
There is a kind of love that hurts your very being, your very person, your very core.
A love that cannot settles and fades into the sweetness of mundane everyday existence.
My pain is so real, that seeing your pain became necessary to me.
I need to know we are one, and that you are with me
I need to see that your pain is stronger than mine, because then I could believe you love me.
And I can be secure in the knowledge you will never leave as long as the pain is there to hold you.
Hate me if you have to, and I know that you do sometimes.
I always know my love is stronger than my hate.
I could love and hate you at the same time, because my love will eventually engulf my hate for you.
I do not know if it is the same with you,
Or if your hate will turn your passion for me into ashes,
or if it will burn even more fervently.
You will leave eventually, I know.
But as long as I can still see the pain in your eyes,
I know you are still here, at least for the moment.
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