Often it's a fine line. Elements of the two will overlap and intertwine.

Lust coupled with a prominent *******.

Longing, faith and need, founded upon an unexplainably true connection.

Regret.
The last words uttered were ones of hatred and disgust.
Our once solid foundation rotted with lies and mistrust.
Oh, the things I would have said to you, if only I could have foreseen that last nights' was to be your last sunset.

We had a wild ride.
With a few stumbles as we went.
Mostly due to my strong opinions and your pride.
I'll always remember you by one single line: "You're right, rules aren't meant to be broken, just bent."

Sleep tight.
As I gaze up at the sky tonight.
Let your star glow bright.

One sniff, flying.
With every other dying.
To abstain I am no longer trying.

I am once again a slave.
I have to simple goal, to feed my addiction.
With my family this fact constantly causes friction.
It was never my intention to cave.
And now with each score I'm edging closer to a premature grave.

My oh my.
Doesn't time fly.
You blink and whoosh! Another year rushes by.

Today is the anniversary of your birth.
The day that the angels decided to pluck you from the clouds and send you to earth.

Delivered to your parents by the stalk.
The winding roads of life you now walk.

I wonder what you'll do with your next 365.
Whatever happens, stay strong.
Endure and survive.
Keep holding on. If you do that then you'll never put a single foot wrong.
I love seeing you grow and thrive.

They can be found. They can be lost.
They can be warm and tender. They can be icy, like frost.

So beware. Handle with care.
You can never take them back once they're out there.

Her voice is soft: "Sweetheart, come.
You look like you're in need of some company."
She takes my hand, stroking it gently with her thumb.

Slow steps, I walk in a disjointed pattern. Two, two, one, three.
She does not hurry me.
Around my waist snakes an arm.
With my sharp intake of breath, a note of alarm.
"Aww petal, it's okay. I mean you no harm."

"You're alright now, your fight is over."
She says taking my bloodied revolver.
Exchanging it for a torn and red stained four leaf clover.

Two teens, truly smitten.
Within minutes of realizing that they did indeed harbour mutual feeling. So cruelly bitten.
We're both goners! They did assume.
Two futures predetermined, written.

At the time neither knew that Ellie was immune.
In forty-eight hours, Riley's body the virus would fully consume.