YOU HAVE KILLED ME A THOUSAND TIMES BUT STILL…

You have skinned my hearth and watch it blew out, not knowing how it hurts, or maybe not caring. Impassible. But still, I love you.

You have stepped all over my soul and have made me smaller and smaller, almost made me disappear. But still, I love you.

You pushed the good parts out of me and drown them in this bitter sweet simulacrum of what other call romance. But still, I love you.

You have made me cry until I confuse the pain produced by my headache with the pain coming from my aching heart. But still, I love you.

And then, when all turns black and the air wants no more to flow through my lungs you huge me, you say sweet little things on my ear, you touch my hair and encounter my tears with your hand and clean them. You kiss me with that mouth that evokes the best and the worst and even though I have promised myself that I would run away, I fall. And fall again.

What can I say? I’m stupid, yes. But still, I love you.