Analysis of Pain

The lonely darkness shrivels
as your eyes bore into mine.
God gave me an omen,
the most amazing sign.
That I am you
and you become mine
with every little touch,
the only problem has to be
that I love you too much.
The emotions are unreal,
undeniable.
And I often become
liable to your untruthfulness,
you are ruthless.
Wrenching my heart where the
most pleasure is but the pain
feels better than the rest of it.
So hurt me love,
but know that you aren't above my mind.
Leave me once alone,
maybe even twice,
but dare myself not that you hurt me
thrice.