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Twisted Love.
We all have our weaknesses, some more vulnerable than others. Mine, well I have this tendency to put up with being treated horribly but I stand there and take it because I’m afraid if I change it I’ll lose someone I care about. I guess I’m not the only one who has this tendency.
I’ll stand there and be hurt over and over almost in a masochistic fashion, and at times I hurt you back but the pain never compares to one that I would feel if I had lost you completely. It’s just a trap we’ve found ourselves in and maybe we love the way it is, and we don’t want it to change. So hurt me, inflict whatever pain you wish and watch me come crawling back just to hear you say those words that numb my pain more than anything.
Your words however cruel, however painful fade to nothing when you tell me you love me. Your cuts, however deep heal the moment you hold me. Somehow they make me stronger in the eyes of the outside world. I’m like a lost puppy, you kick me, you can torture me but I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth because I don’t belong anywhere else. A lifetime of pain is made up for by a few single moments where you show me affection. Maybe I’m crazy but I’d bleed for years for the single second in which you make me smile.
Sometimes I question how this could ever be love. But if it makes us happy who’s to say it’s wrong? Everyone puts their own label on love. It doesn’t need to be defined, you break my heart and I break yours, but we fix it in time and I know it’s crazy and completely insane but the few moments where you make me feel loved are worth it. Love isn’t all Romeo and Juliet, it’s more of a fight with the devils inside of one another.
