Confusion

   When your lips touched mine, a tear escaped. I didn't want to, but I did. When everything is torn away from you, you grasp what you can.
   Your caress burned me. Your hands manacled mine, you didn't have to, your touch immobilized. All I could do was cuff you. Keep you here. Why? I didn't know anymore. For your capture? Or my desire?
   Your missing touch makes me incomplete. Don't leave me. You hunt the key. Why can't you stay? You tenderly hold my hand. I'm safe again, even though you have a knife. You tell me that it is going to hurt.
   You were right. It was debillitatingly painful. You removed the hand and left. Which was worse? Your amputation or disappearance? Your pain magnified in me? Your leaving, an agony of isolation?
   I hate you! Your crimes disgust me. Your intelligence scares me. I don't understand. Your terrifying and I don't want you to leave. I don't stalk fear, but you I want. I shouldn't, you're self-described evil.
   I should hate and fear you. I do. Go. Go far. You broke my barriers and killed my values with one carress. You could cause me to be evil and I resent you for it.
                                        But...
                                                Please...Be safe.