You are the thunder;
the lightening that lights up my
darkest night. The storm.

I love...
I love the way you dress,
With frills and furling fabrics.
I love the way you walk,
With rhythmic sway and purpose.
I love the way you smile,
With half-curled lips, perked cheeks and laughing eyes.
I love the way you smell,
As if picked fresh from a gardens bed.
I love the way you talk,
So chaotic and disorganized but so sure of yourself.
I love the way you sleep,
Tangled in my arms, head upon my shoulder, soul upon my soul.
I love the way you kiss,
Quivering, curious, tender and wanting.
I love the way you make me feel,
Alive.
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I hate...
I hate the way you dress,
With putrid colors and filthy earthen shapes.
I hate the way you walk,
With spiteful tease and slithering method.
I hate the way you smile,
With twisted jaws, and mocking eyes.
I hate the way you smell,
Like decomposing undergrowth.
I hate the way you talk,
So useless, so pathetic, so unsure.
I hate the way you sleep,
Leaving nothing but perfume on my pillow, taunting me.
I hate the way you kiss,
So distant, uncaring, so primal, so scarce.
I hate the way you make me feel,
Alone.

N.H.

i'm so tired of being lonely

of being so alone

tired of all the anger

as hatred inside me grows

tired of seeing but not believing

makes it hard to catch my breath

tired of watching friends leave

with me the only one left

i'm so tired of them not listening

as i speak out in the crowd

tired of the secrets kept

like i wouldn't find them out

tired of patronizing

tired of faking smiles

tired of all the whispering

when i know what they're whispering all the while

i'm tired of being tired

when was it last i slept

laying down now i'm so tired

letting out my final breath