She is the one

She is the one who keep s me down. Keeps me far down. Keeps me with out the courage the confront her. Makes my heart hurt. Makes me want to hurt her. But I can’t hurt her. I could never hurt her.

She keeps me down. She keeps me so far down that I love it. That I need it. That I want it. That I couldn’t keep my self together with out her. Even when I could escape, I can’t. Because I don’t want to, I don’t want to hurt her.

It hurts me. I know I should leave. That I need to leave. But I don’t want to. I need her. I ned the pain just as well as the pleasure. Me, this masochistic bastard that I am. I love her, in a way that I can never discribe. More, perhaps, than any man, I love her, and so many men have I loved.

Save me. Save me! I scream it. Why won’t he save me? All I need is someone to save me. If he would hold me, if only he would love me, then I could escape.

But I don’t want to. Not with out the love. I need that. I need the closeness. I need her, if he will not help me. I still need her. She gives me pain. She gives me heart break. She gives me a heart. I do not know if I would know I even had a heart if it were not for her. I love her, yes I do

She is the one.