• Certainly, this is not love,
    I hate you, assuredly,
    But this feeling dwelling,
    It hurts, so I hurt you.

    A slap or two,
    Not bad, I admit,
    But the feeling imprints deeper,
    So I punch harder.

    Sadist? Of course not,
    I wouldn’t dare touch you,
    And I want to wipe that look,
    Clear off the face I despise.

    Stop, now, please.
    Don’t look at me,
    The way you do,
    This burns deeper into my soul.

    Clenching and unclenching fists,
    I want to cause you pain,
    Yet when I do,
    The feeling hurts me, in return.

    Tell me, you martyr,
    What do you feel for me?
    Certainly not love,
    But what if?

    What if you endure,
    Because you love me?
    I am a despicable being,
    That deserves nothing.

    You flinch,
    Have I hurt you that bad?
    Raised palms sweating,
    Tightened knuckles completely white.

    I… cannot.
    The pain I have caused you,
    It’s impossible,
    To conjure the hatred within me.

    I’m sick,
    This isn’t love,
    It couldn’t be,
    But what if?

    You must hate me,
    For I abused you in so many ways,
    Yet your lips always tasted sweet,
    Like cherries.

    Your smile has broadened,
    And makes me feel lightheaded,
    As if I am under your spell,
    Which wouldn’t be completely miserable.

    I’m lost, now,
    You have gone out of my life,
    Withdrawn yourself from my existence,
    Come back, please.

    This feeling,
    In my chest,
    Swells for you,
    And you alone.

    So please do not hate me,
    I’m confused,
    Maybe you, kind and gentle,
    Can put these emotions to rest.

    I know now,
    You showed me what it is,
    New light has breached my vision,
    A glorious world has started anew.

    I… love you?
    It slips off my tongue,
    And tickles my lips,
    A joyous feeling, I assure you.

    Kiss me more,
    Hurt me for an eternity,
    Hit me constantly,
    But love me forever.

    These hands have died,
    But my heart has not,
    You’ve changed me,
    And brought me to an understanding.

    The pain I’ve caused,
    Is no longer there,
    But the warm, tingling sensation,
    When our bodies mingle, quite gently, is present.

    Forgive me, darling,
    This is my last apology,
    For we have lived long,
    And loved with a great passion.

    Our dynasty has grown,
    Our children adults,
    But the love I share with you,
    Yes, darling, it is still there.
    Forever.