embattled

i would sob endlessly... every day if it didnt please you... instead i rob you of your vanity... and savour its satisfaction... i take your pain... and let it feed my anger... for preperation... when we finally meet... face to face... i nurse the wounds... wooing them to stay fresh... with bitter salt... i cant afford to love you... to you its weakness... but i do and living with it... and its symptoms... is strength to me... you dont understand love... or real strength.... or hard truth... you may never know it.... i nurse the anger.... its what you understand... but my love for you... protects me from its venom.... i fuel it... because you dont love me.... you hate.. all of the above.... shelter me from what you call love... and rob you... of satisfaction.... a bitter laugh.... also robbed of my great affection.... my loyalty... my forgiveness... all you have... is the touch of my cold shield. . and a good dose... of your own venom... for which you choose.... no antidote... ***********