You make my head hurt. Like I love in a sulfur cave. You eat away at me as though I were already dead, cannibal of love; Tears drip with green tint (the smell of sulfur sits inside droplets) onto the rocks, which jut through my thoughts. This trial fills my mind and body, and therefore my soul of longing and love. We fight for emotion not given in which we deserve. At least we feel our own demands. In order to love, we hate; an abstract term as beautiful as love deserves and demands an equal opposite. I love you, because I understand hate.