Poetry (Ongoing)

Confession

I love him but sometimes I don't
I miss him but when I saw him, I feel hate
I like talking to him, but it always ended in a fight
I wanted to be with him, but every time he gets near me, I wanted to go away
It doesn't make sense, I know that
I feel hate but I feel love for the same time
Like his touch is so sweet yet I felt it differently
Like the words came out of his mouth so pleased yet it doesn't comfort me
I'm yearning for him, wanted him to caress me but I feel deserted
There's a hole and it is deep
I'm trying to fill it yet can't find the things to be put into it
Confused, yes I am
I found love but still incomplete
Still finding these unspoken words
Still looking for a genuine comfort
Complicated, it's too complicated
I guess it's better to just ride on the typical trip
Play on the usual act
Stay on the ordinary spot
Well, you bet, I'm thinking otherwise.