The things I do...

How I hurt the One I love. Torment. Yell. Fuss. And yet he continues to love me. How long will he put up with my antics? I do not purposefully get angry and snap. And yet, he continues to love. He is an example of unconditional love. Selfless love. Unrelenting love. My love. He is mine. To mistreat as I’ve never intended. Why can I not control the boiling rage? Why can I not see that I hurt him? That I push him? And when I do see it, why can I not stop? I do not like to see him hurt, frustrated, or abused.

I am woman. Lover of one man. Tease of others. Grant me love so that I may misuse it and watch you squirm within my grasp. And then I sit and marvel at the pain I have caused, as you sit there bleeding in my hand. I feel regret...having hurt you, yet again.

I am woman. Destroyer of all things perfect.

I am me. Inescapable.