I hate who I love. You make me laugh till my stomach curls into knots, unforgiving with your warped humor. You then wipe over my glossed eyes of purest joy only to wash the blood off the knife in my heart. I think you enjoy the dramatic change in my face. The way the creases reshape direction. A new pattern in such a phenomenal pace. It’s fascinating I must admit however why have I been so lucky to hoist such a burden? You bully me to display such skill of pleasurable lust with the beautiful specimen of this great nation and what do I do? I convulse in disgust and wish mediocre was my reality. Isn’t it a gift? Or do I see the devil in the clouds? I love her more then my brain can compute signaling my mouth to voice. Yet you throw her away as if we never had a discussion of lies, truths and substance. I lay swimming in tears, drowning cotton soaked agony. Thought you loved me but I guess you love to hate me as I hate who I love…

(Source: davidglasgow)