Rip It Away

What you love is pain and misery.
You do not love me.
What you love is to hurt me.
You take away all that I have.
You take away all that I am.
You steal the love that I have left.
I try to hold on to it.
But you rip it away with your actions and words.
Piece by piece.
Day by day.
You say that you love me more than life itself.
You say that you need me more than your need air to breath.
You can not love what you love to hurt.
You bask in the enjoyment of ripping away what I am.
What I have left.
You love the tears.
You say that you love me.
I say that you don’t know what true love is.