Love Or Hate

As often as humanly possible I tried to put her out of my mind Sometimes I could achieve peace for a few hours Or even manage to sleep through the night It was the only way I could function and go about the daily business of living Did I still love her or had I grown to hate her I could never be sure She was so beautiful with those luminous mocking eyes That mass of wild hair Those lips that smile so invitingly or pout so easily Was it merely her beauty or perhaps her brutal honesty Her open sexuality or her challenging intelligence YES it was all of those things, yet something more A desire born in the dark corners of my heart A complex tangle of needs and emotions that I’m sure most times, Bordered on obsession!