I know I love him because I let him go with a sadistic smile and a deep breath
I said I didn’t care as he tugged at my heart before leaving.
There was a knife in my hand I could’ve ended him at the first tug.
Out of love I let him live, I forced a smile as he left with the last piece of me.
I love you because we are the same person…
I hate you because we are the same person…
As for him I am not sure, if there wasn’t any passion we wouldn’t constantly be at war.
But we are after all one in the same and we are both addicted to the pain don’t know how to love any other way.
If it doesn’t hurt it isn’t real enough. We need the fights every time we collide than after leaving each other in search of shelter
Before we collide again