Love Poem to Pain

I hate the blade that slices through my soft flesh
I hate the scars that it leaves, the old and the fresh
I hate the blood that runs down my pale skin
I hate how I run to it again and again
I hate that I love the feeling it brings
I hate that I love the pain and the sting
I hate that I do this, I hate that I fall
I hate how this poem isn't about hate at all
I hate I how desire it, I hate how I want it
I hate how I need it and crave it and love it
I hate how there is no way to explain
A love poem written all about pain
I hate that no matter how much time goes by
This is a love that will never die