An Addict's Predicament

Callous and uncaring,
You're no good for me, I know.
Can only love turn to hate?
Or may infatuation turn black as well?
Yet I feel that even if I loved you
With all of my soul, and grew to
Hate you with all my heart,
I do believe I'd still find myself
Next to you, if for nothing more
Than love of the misery.
You've been a part of me for so long
That I'm addicted to the pain,
Just as you've grown addicted
To inflicting it.
Now we find ourselves in
A warped state of codependency
From which the only escape is to walk away.
I know you don't want me to,
And you know I never will.

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