As cat with mouse you do but play with me
Abusing with cruel love, then letting go;
Then but to claw me back again to thee
With pain my tender flesh has grown to know.
Once bitten and released I crawl away,
Toward the light that shines through open door,
Then, moments from escape comes my dismay,
The dream of freedom played, is but no more.
A feline fantasy is now my lot:
In tortured turmoil I shall spend my time,
Repeated horrors haunt the love I sought-
Yet loving you can be my only crime.
For you, love’s joy resides in bringing pain;
For me, loves’ sorrows bring me back again.
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