Masochist

I love you
I hate you
Love and hate
Hate and love.

This is the way it is.
Why?
To be scorned with anger and hatred and jealousy-
Misunderstanding,
Lost in the Hurricane of all that has pinned one down.
By this feeling called Love.

Masochist.
It must be.
Who would put up with such things?

To the point where they would be become the villain in the
Eyes of their beloved ones.

Yes, just so that they feel secure.

But, this chain- bond
Feels so heavy
so dark and deep is this pit of sacrifice.

There seems no end.
And parts of one are chipped away- or forced to be chipped away.
For the greater understanding.

Most say, overrated, not worth it.

Divinity says,
No choice.

Masochist,
You have undone me. 

Paths

There are the things that must be,
Things that one never wanted.
and things that just are.

All are the same.
All paths come with pain.
This is life's game.
Feelings of old, end with one lost to the cold.

Where nothing is the way it should be.
but what is the way it should be?
What is the way it is wanted?

It is not known.
We do not know.