Loving you hurts thus so pleasurable. It's like you are stabbing me and then kissing my wound.

I keep telling myself I'll get over this, then my own reflection in the mirror reminded me of him... I broke the mirrors. I no longer remember how I look like. And still can't get over this.

My silence was a Bless, you pushed me to talk and now blaming me for the Mess.

Hurting me is not the way to make me disappear, it's like you are sticking me to you with a knife and the deeper you stab me the closer you push me towards you.