Is this love?Mature

Is this love?
This wretched, violent festering
that threatens to tear through
and leave my body as shed skin
somewhere far behind.
I am so eager to be apart from
and with you.  Neither suits me,
so I demand them both.
Christ, to wholly feel this thing
would kill me.  The extremes are
too close to each other, only a breath 
away, only a blink.  
To love you this way, is
to hate you, also.  
To know you only wildly.

The End

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