This is Not a Love Poem

This is not a love poem.
This is a crippled page of twisted words and lingering regrets.

This is not a love poem.
this is how you hooked me under your claws and crushed my heart with your teeth.
This is how you painted a promised of reality that didnt exist, and never would.

This is not  love poem.
This is a poem about the art of lying,
And how you were so good at twisting your tongue just right,
And how you knew just where to get me to moan to rid myself of doubt.
"Baby," you would say so sexily, "you know I would never hurt you."
Just before you would call me fat and a bitch, you would hold me close and say how much you love me , buttering me up so it was even more satisfying for you to destroy my sensitive esteem.
This is not a love poem.
This is not even a hate poem.
Or Maybe, its both.
Because I love you.
And I hate it...
This is not a love poem
This is a torn piece of paper you will never read, because i'll send into the fire and come up to bed with you, and continue to be your prisoner of love.