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Polarity

I love you so much, that you can only disgust me now All your flaws and red flags spark crimson, like a seductive rose. Gross and yet longing for your body to seek for every blemish there To point, prod and pinch deeper with a gentle lover’s touch. I loathe the time spent together but weep miseries when we part Knowing months will pass till I see you with silence over missed calls, ringing. Your humour is tedious and dry yet, I feign chuckles at your puns Seeing your eyes beam up with joy thinking that I’m such a cool guy. Not a Nice Guy- don't get me twisted I just want you to feel seen, my dear With my blank stare thinking of other women whilst watching your plush lips, yearning. Yielding. Every time my heart beats with bitter ennui A steady rhythm of no change for I am mute to my one desire. But I don't want to waste your time cause my mouth stammers the words “You down to smash?” I am, but I don't want to be just that, but I need that. Primal attraction, two dogs in heat all fours, no rest, animalistic love Fueled by desire, unbridled unbound, and all uncaring. I ache for the pillow talks of irony and wit, our final peace. I caress your damp hair singing lullabies of our youth, till dawn. I beg of you to crack my skull open and watch me bleed out all these Emotions I struggle to voice- freedom the release beyond any ******. I'm sorry that you have to deal with this but I chose you, so it's your fault too You entertained me for so long, I never fathomed hurting you. But I can, and I might… I probably will. That's why my blood’s still running I can't blame you for my feelings for you I wish you didn't stay and watch me bleed.

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