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โ› You donโ€™t want me to have anything in my life thatโ€™s not you. โœ

โ› You think youโ€™d be happy with someone else? No way. Iโ€™m it. โœ

โ› Iโ€™ve killed for you. Who else can say that? โœ

โ› Iโ€™ll kill the whole bloody lot of them until you and I are the only people left in this world. โœ

โ› What have we done to each other? What will we do? โœ

โ› But the horror, the horror was for love. โœ

โ› This love burns you, maims you, twists you inside out. โœ

โ› It is a monstrous love, and it makes monsters of us all. โœ

โ› You lied to me! You poisoned me! You told me you loved me! โœ

โ› I love you, and itโ€™s killing me. โœ

โ€œI hate youโ€ โ€“ โ€œNo you donโ€™t.โ€ โœ

โ› Youโ€™re killing me slowly. โœ

โ› I love you so, Iโ€™ll eat you whole. โœ

โ› Sorry about the blood in your mouth, I wish it was mine. โœ

โ› Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. โœ

โ› Something ugly in you, you also saw in me. โœ

โ› You ruin anything you touch, and destroy anyone you love. โœ

โ› You are coming down with me, hand in unloveable hand. โœ

โ› You say that you love me but you act like you donโ€™t. โœ

โ› Imagine our children, how fucked would they be? โœ

โ› Donโ€™t you know Iโ€™m no good for you? โœ

โ› When itโ€™s going good, itโ€™s great. But when itโ€™s bad, itโ€™s awful. โœ

โ› Your temperโ€™s just as bad as mine is. Youโ€™re the same as me. โœ

โ› I know this love will tear me to pieces. โœ

โ› I loved you enough. You just never believed it. โœ

โ› Why canโ€™t you just let me go? โœ

โ› We have been each otherโ€™s prisoner for a very long time. โœ

โ› You said that you loved me with your knife pressed against my throat. โœ

โ› Iโ€™d probably still adore you will your hand around my neck. โœ

โ› Our love is a monster, plain and simple. โœ

โ› I loved you as Icarus loved the sun: too close, too much. โœ

โ› Loving you was the most exquisite form of self-destruction. โœ

โ› It terrifies me what I would do for you. โœ

โ› Thereโ€™s a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of them. โœ

โ› We werenโ€™t ourselves when we fell in love, and when we became ourselves โ€“ surprise! โ€“ we were poison. โœ

โ› We complete each other in the nastiest, ugliest possible way. โœ

โ› I would never kill you. Not in a million years. What I can do - what I will do is hurt you, worse than I did before. โœ

โ› You make me feel, and I donโ€™t like it. I want it to stop. Now. โœ

โ› You are the knife I turn inside myself: that is love. โœ

โ› I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife. โœ

โ› If you love me, you donโ€™t love me in a way I understand. โœ

โ› We love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. Itโ€™s feral. โœ

โ› There is something wrong with you that is also wrong with me. โœ

โ› Love isnโ€™t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close. โœ

โ› I need you to be a monster. Which is to say, Iโ€™m trying not to love you. โœ

โ› Kiss me. Kill me. Do something. โœ

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