The one I love
The one I hate
I can spend
Equall amounts of time
Thinking of both
It requires
The same amount of energies
Just opposite
Or maybe the same
Both passionate
One positive
One negative
If you can say love is good
Or that hate is bad
Really
You can't
Both may reap
The same results
They can tear you apart
And pull you together again
It is as water and fire
Both may destroy
And bothe may mend
Warm a freezing child
Burn a weeping mother
Quench a deadly thirst
Drown a foolish man
My words may not tell
My intended tale
But you will take what you will
For I cannot controll your feelings
Any,ore than I controll
My versa vice
One and the same
Both
Hated and loved
Burning and drowning me
Warmings and quenching my thirst
Saving and killing
And versa vice

When?
When did this happen?
You seem perfect,
Inside,
Outside.
But something is wrong.
Not with you.
With me.
I'm not enough,
For you.
You deserve better.
Better than me.
When?
When was it ok for
The Beauty to love the Beast?
Who said it's ok?
Oppisites should attract?
Why?
It makes no sense.
When?
When did logic have rules?
We can;t be creative,
But we can be insane,
Dull,
Alone,
Boring,
Beautiful,
Beastly,
Wrong,
Wretched,­
Horrid,
Angry,
Deppresed,
Sick,
Vitmized.
When?
When was this ok?
Now.
Forever.

Your warm hands caressing my skin,
Your cool breath on my lips,
Our sweat soaked bodies explore each other,
We are connected in so many ways,

Love,
Ideals,
Personalities,
Skin...

I awaken and find a blade by my bed,
I stare at it longingly.
Wishing I had the courage to pick it up again,
Feel it draw the familiar scarlet line,
Bright against my skn,
My skin...
More sensual than anything I've ever felt.
Outside of my dreams of course.

In my dreams I've felt so much more.
Your body and mine.
Together.
Warm,
Hot,
Hotter than flames,
Licking at bare skin.
Beautiful.

The tastes.
The smells.
The sounds.
The way you feel.

I'm just a lonely girl,
Waiting,
Looking,
For love.
Safety,
Someone who actually cares.

I wish for a boy.
Who wont leave me.
Or use me.
Or throw me away.

I want someone who can love me.
For who I really am.
Not who I should be.

I need him.
The one I love.
Not who they think I should love.
Who I should be with.
According to so-called "friends".
The ones who share the glory when I win.
But kick me when I'm down.

Where do I belong?

In my dreams...

When I sleep,
We are kissing,
Holding each other close,
Sharing a beautiful moment.
I do love you,
And always will.

I wake up and scream.
The thought of being with you disgusts me.
The only problem is,
I really do like you.
I'm confused.
I don't understand.
I stare at my blade,
Trying to decide.

Are you worth it?

Should we be together?

Could I ever love you the way you love me?

The answer is...

No.

Friends.
That's what we were.
Now?
Enemies?
I don't know.
Apperently.
I'm just a
Blabbermouth,
*****,
*****,
Loser.
But you?
I try to be nice.
Not point out your faults.
But in truth.
You are worse.
You tell lies.
You spread secrets.
You give yourself away.
To who?
Friends?
No.
Whoever wants you.
And some who don't.
I'm smart.
I try.
But you?
I don't know.
Are you smart?
Do you try?
No.
You don't try.
You wonder why.
You don't understand.
You don't do well.
Bad grades.
Few friends.
The ones you have.
They aren't good people.
Your.
Friends.
They hate the world.
Hate you.
Me.
Everyone.
I can't stand it.
Can't stand you.
What are we?
Friends?
No.

The bigger person.
That's what is expected.
Don't be childish.
Show some disipline.
Stop whining.
You're to old to be a child.
When was i young enough?
When?
I don't remember.
Just the comand,
Be the bigger person.
Don't cry.
Don't be angry.
Don't whine.
Don't feel.
Be a rock.
Let them hit you.
Don't  retaliate.
I raised you better.
No.
You didn't.
You weren't there.
She took the job.
She tried.
But i was a rock.
Like you want now.
When did you turn back into a child?
Back?
BACK?
I was never a child.
Never.
Not once.
You ruined that experience.
I try.
I try to do what you wish.
But I need memories.
Sad.
Angry.
Happy.
But no.
I'm not allowed to feel.
That's what your words say.
Don't feel Tori.
You don't need feelings.
They make worthless consequences.
Like you.
You break my heart.
When I need to cry.
Scream.
Celebrate.
Now.
All I have are words.
On a page noone will read.
If they do.
They wont care.
Wont know the truth.
I do.
Always will.
Be the bigger person.

Love.
Why is it positive?
It hurts so much.
It should be classified with,

Pain,
Suffering,
Loss,
Sadness.
For this is what it it reaps.
But it's not.

It is classified with,
Joy.
Happiness.
Laughter.
Beauty.
Love.
It is all of the above
And then some.

So,
Where should it really go?
I don't know.
It's an odd feeling.
It doesn't really fit,
Anywhere.
But I've felt it.
Before.

I understand.
But at the same time,
I don't.

Confusing.
That is what,
Love,
Most is.