I Love the Person Who Hurts Me

I can't think of life without him, even if he keeps pushing me away, using me. I still love him. But I guess it can't get worse. Right?


1. Flames

My chest aches. I can't not have him by my side. But it's not like he was ever mine, I was just giving him my love. And for what? For nothing. Why do I keep putting myself through this? It's like I love this pain. But I don't, do I? It's like I'm the flames of longing and lust, and he's the flammable fuel of reality. And from that, the fires of Hell and depression erupted into the air. And I'm the grass, burnt like black charcoal from the process, left to eventually burn out. To a hollow breathless corpse.

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