Both of us have something in common; our feelings are mutual, mutual with hate and disgust.
I fucking hate you, I always fucking have. But at the same time, I can’t help to bring myself to embrace you after I beat you up.
Why is it so complicated between us?
I honestly can’t stand your existence as long as we both live on this spiteful planet.
Why can’t everything go smoothly the way I want it to be?
I can abuse you as much as I want until it bores me.
Why is it that I find this amusing and self-indulging?
I can violate you without any hesitation.
Why do I feel at home every time I caress or hold you?
I can hurt you to the point where you’ll get a mental breakdown.
Why can’t I control myself?
I can even whisper to your ear for more than a thousand times about how much i despise you.
Why do I love you so much to the point that my heart might crack?
I can do it all at the same time; it’ll be my achievement, my success, my victory.
I’ll only do it to fulfil my satisfaction; it’s such a guilty pleasure.
I’ll do it just to see your eyes reflect of abhorrence and detestation.I may hate you passionately but darling, I love those piercing glares that you give me every time I pummel your face to the ground.
So look at me only, with those two lovely eyes and communicate.
