You were speaking in a different tone and your words weren't the same. I could tell the second you answered and yet you doubt my abilities. Anger pulses through my blue veins, longing to find something, anything. They say that hate requires more energy than loving someone does, but darling, how badly I wish it required less. All day long, I've been smiling more than usual and singing to myself until you came around. Positivity does nothing for me when it is up against the pollution of your love. I am slamming my fingers on the keyboard wishing that it was the soft flesh covering your fragile bones I sometimes love to caress. I am screaming inside of my mind and no one, no one is hear to listen but me. My blood has reached the boiling point and it's all spilling, spilling, spilling into bittersweet ambivalence.