My dear

In a way, your very existence was similar to that of an earthquake. Such which jumbled all my so called, emotional-blocks. Your very image is like a divine drink. Yet, a slow venom which is simultaneously detoxing my black heart while ever so slowly and painfully decaying my soul.

The very memory of you haunts my nightmares. You have done so much harm to my body, and yet, gave me the warmth which I was craving so badly from all the human beings I stumble across.

The very idea and notion of you forces me to go fully tactically minded where my wisdom and knowledge intersect to conclude that that I should hate you. Yet, my skin still starves for your ever so slight touch.

You transformed me from a loving creature to soulless wench. What wrong did I ever do to the heavens and god himself to get such punishment. My heart palpitates in your presence. I knew I should have never came near you. Lately, I still wonder if your heart still aches when you see me. I wonder if you would ever talk to me like you did before. I often wonder if I will ever be free of your mental, emotional, spiritual, and physical stronghold of me. Only time will tell.