StormieNinja

You're the one I hate to love. Like fire, so wonderful, but with a burn. I cant seem to pull away, mesmerized by your flame, by the pain… You're the one I hate to love. You hurt me. Didn't you know? Still I cant seem to let you go. Your careless words cut so deep but this heart of mine you still keep. I hate, and I love. Opposites, and yet I feel them both. Love is a torture. A wonderful pain. To love is to hate. They are one and the same. Or are they not? Is there something to this "love" that I just havent got? I love you deeply, but do you feel the same? Is that why you hurt, you fight, and blame? O

Who's to be trusted? Yes "who" indeed. Surely not everyone, why invite a weed? Of course you shouldn't do that. No, of course not! That would lead to some battles, better left un-fought. So who's to be trusted? Who to let in? I'm terribly unsure, and I don't know where to begin. I feel sort of lost. How does everyone do it? Are they blessed with discernment? Some sort of "magical intuition"? If that's the case, I seem to have missed the boat. I was much too busy out on my own, drifting down the river on an inflatable float.

My darling, my love. To be with you, always. My hearts desire. Being next to you, my darling, my love, Close enough to touch. Your fingers graze my skin, gives me chills, makes my head spin. Stuck in your eyes, so deep, so clear... I'm sinking. I'm drowning. But I have nothing to fear.

Loving you is hard I'm not going to lie. You make me feel insignificant, small, worthless... Loving you has made me want to die. Id never give up though, Id never give in. Never let you have this victory, never let you win. Ill keep loving and forgiving Ill keep on living. It might only be out of spite that I've made this decision but at least its a start, a step forward, a beginning. More than I could say for you, You've been stuck in the mud, stuck in glue You've chosen to become bitter and mean. I'm sorry you've chosen to stay stuck, to be burdened down with all that muck Its in the past! Let it go! If only you'd

I thought I'd seen the last of you, I thought i had made things clear. We were never even friends you know,   So why are you showing up here? Do you like surprising people? Disappointing, bringing shame? I feel as if I've been signed up, for a terrible and rotten game. I cant seem to get away from you, no matter how hard i try. you always seem to show up and it makes me want to cry. You embarrass me you know. I want to hide. I feel ashamed. I don't want others to look, Id hate for them see, all of the wretched things you've caused, everything you've done to me. I could run and run and run from you but it would be to no avail