As cat with mouse, you do now play with me,
Abusing with cruel love, then letting go;
Then, to claw back again with savage glee
In pain my tender flesh has grown to know.
Once bitten and released, I crawl away,
Toward the light that shines through open door,
But just as I escape, comes my dismay—
That dream of freedom played is but no more.
A feline fantasy seems my sad lot;
In tortured turmoil I shall spend my time,
Repeated horrors haunt the love I sought-
Where loving you remains my only crime.
For you, love’s joy resides in bringing pain;
For me, love’s sorrows bring me back again.

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