Twisting and turning, despite myself
hating you always
yet…
hate turns to love turns to hate turns to love turns to hate,
and round again to love
Feeling you near, wanting you to be away,
yet once away, I long to be near
A world of corruption and contradiction,
the air tingles with suspense.
Who will make the first move?
But already I’m in tears.
☮&♥
