Tis' better to have loved and lost...

More than love, less than lust, I felt inexplicably drawn to her. Lovelier there are lovelier ones than her. Her uniqueness savages the plainness of appearances. She is a fearsome creature, delivering me to pain at every turn. I want her punishment, a relentless stream of heartbreak, pain, and sorrow. I want to shed those ecstatic tears. I want to feel pleasure and pain in equal parts. Death by pleasure and pain rolled into one...what bliss! Misery...I want to live with misery on my head. The marks...the wounds...display my love for her.