Twofold
Why is it
that you change?
Flip
between the side of amorous feeling,
And the
side of wicked brutality?
Why are you
so polarizing?
From dusk,
to the onset of twilight,
You are a
delicate angel.
Once the
night rolls around,
You turn
into a snarling creature.
All you
want to do is shred,
Tear away
at my innards,
Till all
that’s left is bone.
Cold,
bitter, bone.
Then, the
sun rises,
And hugs
you gently,
And
suddenly you have the charm
Of Cupid
himself.
You beat
me, terribly,
Then kiss
it better the next day.
You tell me
you love me,
Then show the full force of your hatred.
The worst
part is,
It’s
inexplicable.
It seems
not to be an affectation of the mind,
But instead
an innate, twisted philosophy.
Is it me
that’s insane?
Am I the
delusional one?
Or have you
addled my head too much,
With your
penchant for fisticuffs?
Or is it
the way
You enchant
me,
Even
through your warped psyche?
Why am I
drawn?
Is it
physicality,
Or a lust
for violence?
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