My Twisted, Broken Darling

I felt it, deep in every pore. Like sap from a tree, my cocktail of feelings seeping away from me.

There's no doubt, I lov-- I love you. As much as it sickens me to utter those poisoned words, I won't lie, not when I've witnessed first hand what that phrase can do when placed in a lie.

Despite the hurt, I always knew love was the inevitable, from the first moment you sighed my name. From the first time I felt your breath on my cheek, your lips on my skin.

I can't quit you. I'm like an addict, desperately clinging to the source of it's own vengeful destruction. A sick masochist, drinking in the pain, lapping up the hurt like a thirsty dog.

Heartbreak can make you lose hope, give up. But love paralyses you, freezes you in one position until you're sick to death of living.
Well, at least it is the way you do it.

Hate and love. The two age old emotions. Strip back the very fabric of the world and that is all you will find.
Hate and love.
Love and hate.
Completely identical when viewed through your cold, venomous eyes.
A child born from lust, living in a world dominated by deception.

How can love in its purest form even attempt to survive? It is suffocated at the very first flickers of existence.
I'm afraid there is no hope for you, my twisted, broken darling.