Crisp Suits

I see your perfectly carved face,

as if it were a statue.

Your deep blue eyes,

make me feel funny inside.

I don't like the way I write,

I'm usually all about the doom and gloom.

But when I'm next to you,

my morbid atmosphere melts.

And the only thing that matters,

is being with you.


Can you be with someone,

but not want to be with them?

BecauseI want to be with you,

but the happiness is WRONG.

You brought light into my dark,

love into my hatred.


But I don't want to.

I'm fine with hate.

Hate is good.

Love is bad.

Love brings pain..

Like you do to my heart.

The End

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