“I know what I want.”
“Sure. But do you know what you can handle?” 

but unfortunately there is pain that goes far too deep

Finally, you whispered 
into my ear and said
that what doesn’t kill me
will only make me stronger...
I think this might kill me.  

I can feel you forgetting me
But I know it isn’t fair to ask 
you to remember me
because if remembering me
is as painful to you as it is
to me, then how dare I ask of
you to take part in this 
self-inflicted destruction 

Is it really that it
hurts to love
or is it that I
love to hurt? 

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