Is It Love?


Is it love?
Is it love if I’m dead and she’s the only piece of me left? 
Is it love if I need her in my domain, to see her every move; to have her to tame?
Is it love if her hands leave me bloody and her words cut me?
Is it love if in her is all I want and everywhere but her heart my eyes gleam?
Is it love if she never knows my birthday and my name is a hit or missed grunt?
Is it love if I follow her home, slip through a crack while she’s alone and give her the D she never asked for?
Is it love if she forces me to have sex through fear and regrets, chains and whips, a dildo or a drug?
Is it love?
Is it love?