I condemn you. I condemn you.
One; for the pain you brought.
And the second for the continual shame.

**** you. **** you.
One; for my severed heart on the ground.
And the second for the boot stomped across it.

I hate you. I hate you.
One; for my dignity.
And the second for my pride.

I shall forgive you. I shall forgive you.**
One; for the pity I feel for you,
And the second for my own self-worth.

Immune to the depravity.
Enslaved to the creativity.
A weaken soul, to the artist brush.
A becon of burning coals, in the artisans stove.

Two sides of the same coin.

We are writers.
We are painters.
We are smelters.
We are dancers.
We are singers.

We are art.

We are, us.

When you touched me,
I died a thousand tiny deaths.
Hand up my dress,
I sung for you.
Lips on my flesh,
I danced under you.

I cried your name to the heavens.
My sins, to the skies.
Lain sprawled on my back,
as my body shook ever higher...
Ever tighter.

Stroke the tender, to light the pyre.
Touch the torch, to ignite the fire.
Burning. Burning. Burning.

Let us burn.
Burn in the sweetest fire
known to man.

The pleasures,
The depravity,
The lechery,
The insanity.

An original sin;
but a sin we will
all
eventually
revel
in.

"I love you." Oh God, just **** me now. She thought as the unfathomable words occured from her mouth.
It was neither the time, nor the place to speak such phrases but the words kept tumbling out. Rocks sliding down the cliff side, the words kept coming.

"I love you, and I know you don't return the endearment..." Oh God, let the ground swallow me whole. Mortification burnt the girls face but her words came still.

"I needed to tell you... My soul is festering on such a rhyme. I can't take it. You had to finally know."

And as the girl stood there, face burning in shame unimaginable. The most peculiar thing occurred. The boy reached out with a sweet, simple smile and replied, "I love you too, you bone-head... Didn't you know?"

And in that moment everything was good, everything was right.