I’m not really into talking, not lately anyway.
So I just sat there listening to what each had to say.
"I love love." said the girl.
"I love hate" said the boy.
I pondered the two notions all at once and side by side.
Hate was so ugly, so harsh, so passionate....
Love has only brought me pain in the end....
I belonged to neither,
And neither belonged to me.
But I had to think of something to say, something to add.
I had to get the last word in.
I pointed to him, "Hate."
I pointed to her, "Love."
I pointed to me, "Lust."
Lust seems to be the perfect fit, for me at least.
I lust affection,
I lust fear,
I lust blood,
and I lust tears.
if I am a junkie,
then lust is my drug.
I do get a high, but its shorter then death,
but I sure get the hella long crash.
I don't have an antidote,
I don't have a cure.
I have lust,
and I have fear.
I fear affection,
but I crave the pain.
I fear fright,
but I crave the rush.
I fear blood,
but I love the taste.
I fear tears,
but I need the release.
What I am is lust,
lust and fear.
Not hate,
nor love.
I am the fear I lust,
And I am the lust I fear.
The not- so - happy medians,
That some soul has to bare.
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