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My mouth opened to speak—words
          clung to the tip of my tongue,
praying to be released and capture the moment,
   but your mouth denied such pleasure,
enticed my body with different sensations,
           strangled my tongue so what I said was impossible
to decipher. Just a purr vibrating the back of my throat,
                   a moan captured in the chest,
       light-headed, throbbing of the temples, to the point of calling it a migraine.

I'm sick. My mother even told me so.
     As I counted down the days of the months,
the hours of the days, the minutes of the hours,
                 until the numbers became too complex,
too high, and the impossibility of our touching
       became so large that I began to feel suffocated.
Is it really that long? Or could it be possible I'm just terrible at
                    third grade math.

Always possible seeing as I was daydreaming
         of holding hands and skipping through weeds,
and making crowns out of dandelions and calling myself
                  sunshinin' princess of love, wishing to be saved,
taken away, held in the arms of somebody until high school rolled around
       and hormones drove boys to sex and girls to anorexia
And I didn't shine but hid in the corner instead.

You succeeded at making me breathless, of boiling the blood,
        until the ache has overtaken the want and turned it into a need,
so if I don't get my fix, I'll fall to the floor,
             dig my nails into the hardwood, crawling to the bathroom,
and claim this is the end, the end of the world!
                  I can imagine you laughing—your eyes alight with my pain
knowing you were the one who caused it
                                 and the only one who could fix it.

I'll beg you to cure me—to take away this agony,
        this breathlessness, yet heavy breathing....
this prison, yet I've never felt so free before,
                   and I'll scream that you did this to me,
you're the cruelest thing that has ever happened to me,
        and you'll smile—I know you will!
                      And whisper, “darling, welcome to love.”

                                           And I'll hate you for it.
                                                          But I love you, too.
Sorry it took me so long to get to finishing these poems for people....
This is the second poem for :icons-pyde-r:

sometimes the line between love and hate
is so obscure. i don't know where we fall,
i hate you,
for the fact you make me so weak,
but i love you,
for picking me up and putting me back on my feet.
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Rinchan79 Featured By Owner Aug 4, 2008
That was freaking great when i read it i was like :faint: I totally loved it =D
lullednightmare Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2008
omg, I really like this one D: main;ly because its a take on love that I haven't heard or thought of before, but, it definitely makes sense, thinking about it now.

and and the visuals you evoke, are just amazing D:
citrush2o Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2008
Wow, it's a great piece!
Good to be reading your stuff again. ^_^
lovemeethate Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2008  Student Writer
it's sad but intriging all the same.
i love your work, incredibly.
:hug: :D
bubblegum17 Featured By Owner Jun 29, 2008
very dramatic... kindof like a romance novel. lol. love it! ;P
ShadowWolf3117 Featured By Owner Jun 29, 2008
A very interesting blend of two very strange emotions... well done indeed!

Its creepy though... leetle bit dark here and there...
Infrunitas Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
you definitely fit just the right feel without cluttering the image (something I always have trouble with).

I like how I can feel the slipping of time between the stanzas (counted in heartbeats) as the person finds themselves.
Teh-Direktor Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2008
Awesome I love all the comparisons and contrasts you used and looking at the thin line between love and hate

LadyDreamer13 Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2008
Very beautifully done you seem to have a way with words! ^^
youkaidraith Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2008
it's safe to say this couldn't be any truer. The way you put it to words is just, wow.
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