Adriana's Poetry: A collection

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You always seemed to blur the line between love and hatred;

I didn't know whether to love or to loathe you

Because for some odd reason I do you both just as much,

With the same amount of passion.

You are, somehow, true salvation and eternal punishment at the same time,

The poisonous apple and the true love's kiss,

You are the fresh wounds and the bandages,

The action and the consequence,

You are everything,

In between all,

You are everywhere

But not where I need you to be,

Not here with me.

There is peace;

Rest, serenity,

Happiness and joy,

There is pain;

Agony, despair,

Sorrow and melancholy,

You were an emotional rollercoaster,

I felt you a little too much it destroyed me.

Loving you is slowly killing me

But I didn't know how not to love you,

I deluded myself into thinking I hate you—no, it's quite the contrary,

I only hated how I loved you too much it overpowered pretty much everything else.