Raw emotion fills my every pore,
Yet part of me always wants more.
He does something to me.
Makes me see things differently.
I want to pull him close,
Feel his warmth on my skin.
Press my lips to his,
Taste his very essence.
I want to rip him limb from limb,
Satisfy this rage within.
Watch him cry,
And see him struggle with his right to survive.
I want to run my fingers through his hair,
To feel the softness, let him know how much I care.
Watch a smile curve his perfect lips,
See his eyes widen in a new-found happiness.
I want to punch him in the face,
Let the blood soak within my skin.
Let him come at me..
Just so I can hit him again.
Too much to ask to get him off my mind.
Invading every thought,
Keeping me from sleep at night.
I love him.
I hate him.
I will never forget him.....
