I torture you
I torture myself
With "I love you"
And "I'm sorry"

But if we were to stop the torture
It would be like the silence at a funeral
Right before the tears spill from the eyes.

I would be found in the coffin
You before me kneeling.

You see, I cannot live without you
So every I love you and every single I'm sorry is how I live.

Live by torture.