The hurt of loving
is the greatest of suffering.
Admit you love them
you are no longer free,
but restrained by
chain of needs.
Emotionally naked.
Subjugated by guilt
at your imperfection,
you allow yourself
to be whipped by rejection,
or coerced with affection.
the sadism of loving,
nourishes
the masochism of being loved.
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