Thin Line Between Love and

Hate
I hate your smile. I hate the way it shines so bright, shattering the bleakness I had wrapped

myself in, making me notice you. I hate the way it echoes and thrums through my bones and

seizes my attention. I hate that when you grin, I think of the Cheshire cat, pure radiant joy, a

spring day amidst rain, and how your throaty laugh submerges my thoughts in how pleased you

sound. I am disgusted with the ease you can thrust every thought out of my mind with one

simple, sultry glance, steamy and sexy and pure woman. I hate how when focused on you, I

want to be a better man, to strive, to seek, to drive myself to be all that I can, to be worthy of

you, to try to hold you, like embracing a star. I loathe the feelings you well up in me; I swore I

would never love another like this; I swore I would never let this happen to me again. Yet here I

am once more with my heart in my hands, torn out for your pleasure, awaiting, your man. The

want in me, that want of you, so wants you wantonly. Though I cannot bear it true, I wish only

that you wanted me. Emboldened to work hard, emboldened to do, seeking to be forever near

you. Undaunted though bleeding, all my senses are reeling, and I cant shake this feeling you

know just what you do.