Disfigured

Your love disfigures me. Slashes at my wrists,
lets the blood pour like precious jewels down my
arms. It breaks my bones, tears them down and
builds them back only to tear them down again.

Your love kills me. Wrapping strong hands about
my neck, applying pressure until all the air is gone
and my lips are turning blue. You're suffocating me,
please just forgive me. Why must we go on like this?

Must I be broken to be whole enough for you to
love me? Must I beg? Must I plead? Will blood
staining this love pay the price to earn back your love?
I don't have enough blood to give, or I'd give it.
I have repented, over and over again, why can't you forgive me?