How can you love but hate the same person?
How can you long for their touch but hate their words?
I don't understand
I just don't get the phsycological endeavor of a hateful love
The breaking, the healing yet all the while crying
Unstoppable
Wailing and tears with tortured screams
But all is well that ends well
But and well done doesn't involve torture
Hanging love on the noose of friendship
Putting shackles on kisses because friends aren't "allowed"
Kisses on the cheeks are shunned, holding hands hell even hugs are looked down upon
No affection between friends
Dead space
Terrible nonsense rules cut between friends as razors do to skin
But I'm not gonna wait
