Disclaimer: If mellosgoggledgamer owned Death Note, Matt would have way more scenes, I can assure you.

A/N: The Cake Genius (aka L) has hacked Matty's account and posted this for her, because Matsuda messed up her computer... again. :( She's taken a few liberties with this poem, and hopes Matty doesn't mind. She didn't change it that much... If all else fails, blame Matsuda. *hides*

Why is it that love gets inside of you?

It cuts you

And these cuts aren't just skin-deep.

They're deeper, and they start when you meet one person

Then being away from them is like being cut with glass,

And seeing them with another is a knife down your throat.

But being with them alone,

That removes the glass and the knives.

Fighting with them shoves the knifes

Back into your wounds,

Harder this time.

The more I think about this,

The more I realize

Just how deep my cuts are.

How much damage I've taken to be with you.

It makes me suffer, love does

But if it means I'll stay with you,

I'll take these cuts

The pain

The suffering

Just to be with you

My angel from Hell

My Mello.

I hate love,

But I love you.