I still

you make me hate you,

and I still want you.

you make tears well,

and I still need you.

your words are needles in every sore spot,

and I still have to have you.

your hands are like fire on icy skin,

and I still think it feels good.

you kick me when I’m down,

and I still crave the pain.

you don’t understand me,

and I still believe you might.

you won’t leave me,

and I’m still afraid you will.

you kiss me roughly,

and I still think it’s gentle.

you haven’t fought for me,

and I’m still fighting for us.