He hates me, but he loves me
His love is like a fruit
I never know what I'm in for
One day it's ripe, just right for the picking
The next is bitter, sticking and kicking in my throat
I yearn for it yet i dread it
There's knives in our sheets, mixed in with the rose petal
Red paint across all my pictures, splatters and hearts alike
I know this love is toxic but i crave it nonetheless
I want his toxic love, that love that you learn for
The kind that makes you want to rip your heart out and crush it
Because it feels so painful yet that pain feels so good
And I know he'll crush it anyways, rip it out and tear it to pieces
I want that love that fills you with adrenaline and fear at the same time
I want that love that makes it hard to breathe because you never know what's next
I want that love that makes you want to scream until your lungs feel like they are dried out
I have that love, that love that makes me feel all those things that
And I know, deep down i know it's true
That he hates me, but he loves me
- Guest Writer
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