Endless,
relentless,
pointless
tug of war.

I treat you nice,
you want me less.
I treat you mean,
you get upset..
but somehow
want me more?
But now I do not
want you
as I did
before.

Why choose
a love that
hurts you?
Why remain
when it inflicts
upon you
needless
pain?

No reason..
other than
the fact
that you’re
afraid.
To reconcile
realities
that always
contradict.

To break
The Devil’s
curse..
that once
upon a time
you thought
to be God’s
gift.

The heart
sees clearly.
Clearer truths
appear to it
than rhymes
ever convey.

I love you..
But The Devil
in me
only felt
your love
as he was
leaving..
for a future
far, far, far away.