I hate you, and yet,
This is the most beautiful
Tragedy I’ve ever experienced.
Simple-minded wonder
Of how your hands could lace
With mine ever so perfectly.
Nothing makes this okay
I’m not okay. This isn’t okay.
The electricity when our hands touch
No, this is not happening.
I hate you.
I have for years.
Why would it change now?
Is it because of the way
You held my face as I was falling
After taking the blow, you caressed me
Why do I forgive you so easily?
I love you.
No, but I can’t.
You’re stupid.
I hate you.
And I’ve gotten to know you
To know the blue of your irises
That turn into the dark emerald
When you strike
Like a snake
But you’re my snake.
I’ll forgive you for everything
Because I can’t resist
The way you wrap yourself around me
And **** the life out of my bones.
My very own personal Anaconda.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC
I hate you, and yet,
This is the most beautiful
Tragedy I’ve ever experienced.
Simple-minded wonder
Of how your hands could lace
With mine ever so perfectly.
Nothing makes this okay
I’m not okay. This isn’t okay.
The electricity when our hands touch
No, this is not happening.
I hate you.
I have for years.
Why would it change now?
Is it because of the way
You held my face as I was falling
After taking the blow, you caressed me
Why do I forgive you so easily?
I love you.
No, but I can’t.
You’re stupid.
I hate you.
And I’ve gotten to know you
To know the blue of your irises
That turn into the dark emerald
When you strike
Like a snake
But you’re my snake.
I’ll forgive you for everything
Because I can’t resist
The way you wrap yourself around me
And **** the life out of my bones.
My very own personal Anaconda.
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