Arnold Werner

His love was always painful. Full of suffering, broken promises, empty words and emotionless gaze. You knew that. Better than anyone else and yet... You let yourself be consumed by this burning passion. You let yourself be broken by him. You shattered him in return. When he slapped you, you slapped him harder. When you fought him he pined you down to bed with his own body. When you spitted out in his face, he kissed you, suffocating you with his tongue and mouth. You return the kiss imediately. When he cheated on you, you cheated on him. When he cursed you out, you cursed him more. He broke the door, when you hid behind them, locking them ul. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you in again, when you pushed him away. He tied you up to the bed, when you were ready to leave. --------------------------------------- But he was also tender, gentle, loving, sweet. He took you to heaven and pushed you back to hell the next second. He showed you light only to turn it off right after you just felt it. He gave you sweet grapes, replacing them with hard marbles when you just felt the sweetest. ---------------------------------------- And yet, you stayed. Being his heaven and hell. His savour and tormentor. His everything and emptiness. His pleasure and misery. ----------------------------------------- You hate him just as he hates you. You wish him death but you want him alive. You push him away only to pull him back again. ------------------------------------------- And he does the same. Hating. Suffering. Aching. He shatters you just like you shatter him. He screams back, when you scream. He curse you out, when you curse him. He punches you, when you punch him. --------------------------------------------- You both hate eachother. Both wants to make eachothers life a living hell. Because of that you both live in this hell. Without any intention of leaving...