My Intentions I may have a soul to squeeze but deep inside I hate that conscious feeling I get when my eyes aren’t heavy with Vikodin. I hate it when I can feel the pain my lover brings and how every time I bleed she feels it too. And most of all I hate the way she says it will be okay. Of coarse it won’t!! People hate us because we love. The world could die before they stop caring. People speak the word of God but behind closed doors they beat their children and rape people in the streets. It’s horrible and seeing it makes me want to die. If I died she would cry but then again so would I. I need the pills to make me numb so then I won’t feel so dumb. I don’t want to hurt her or make her feel like crap. I love her to death and I always will. She is my angel. The one I need to live. She is my fighter. The one who protects me from all the bleeding children in the world. She is my captor. The person who stops me from making more children bleed. The one who licks my wounds until they heal. The one who loves me till I can love no more. The one who holds my heart within her pocket. The one who I love more deeply than words can ever tell or that actions can never show. This person; I love her with a love that is more than love.