Dear Lover

Dear Lover,

Why do you taunt me so? Will there ever be a reprieve?
You constantly say how beautiful I am; but I still feel horrible.
You have a spell over me, and I can't escape. I've been hurt before,
yet I keep coming back. The way you look, feel and act are why I love you.
The way you truely are terrifies and destroys me. I would turn the world for
you, but you want more; you ask for what I cannot give. I already know how
this will end, although I keep coming back; I hate you, and me for it. Even now,
I feel a great need just to see you,to have you close, but from here you have limited power over me. Now, I end it; you have no power over me.

The Slave