You hurt yet I still want.
Love is daunting.
I want what I cannot have.
All that is evil makes me feel good.
Your love is an addiction.
I’m nearly dead yet I lust for more.
I lost what I had; I want it back.
I gave my love and was left used.
Hate runs through my veins.
Still, I crave to be in your arms.
I love you and I hate you.
I feel too much.
I must become numb else
I’ll go mad from the pain.
By Raeanne G. Roy. All rights reserved.