Writing Prompt

I want to brush his hair,

for I love him

I want to shoot him in the head,

for I hate him

I love his smile,

for I love him

I hate his attitude,

for I hate him

I need to kiss him,

for I love him

I need to slap him,

for I hate him

I know his looks,

for I love him

I know his heart,

for I hate him

I like his body,

for I love him

I dislike his words,

for I hate him...

I pick at my lips to pick something to start peeling away the feeling of you from my skin,

Scrubbing the taste of you off of my tongue, the smell of you from my nose like coffee beans at the perfume counter

I close my eyes tight and rub, as if I can force the stars beneath my eyelids to stop masquerading as you

I wrap myself in blankets like I used to be wrapped in you, trapped in you, like my ...

I love this feeling

I live on it,

Thrive on it

I feel it bubble and pop in my veins

I feel it constrict my lungs

Twist and turn and

Contort and cry out

The words swallowed whole

As my heart withers and wrenches

But the black spreads

And the pain is fueled

And yet

I

Want

More.

But I hate this

I hate how it drowns my head

Shatters my thoughts

And pulls me down

Restrains me to the bed

I hate this fe...

I don’t like him like that.

Actually, I scarcely like him at all.

But I know that he used to like me,

And for some reason I can’t stand it that he likes someone else now.

Even though I hated it the entire time he liked me.

It felt anxious and uncomfortable and weird.

And I guess there was a time when he was kind of nice.

And objectively I thought that he was the cutest guy.

But I still didn’t and ...

Is it love when I gasped for air?

Was it hate when you saw it and let me die?

Is it love when even in pain I thought of you a million times?

Was it hate when not only once I saw you cry?

Is it love when I’ve sworn I’d live for you

Was it hate when you brought me back to life and left me, so you could watch me die?

Is it love, when I loved you every day of my life?

Was it hate when you couldn’...

In the depths of our hearts, where feelings reside,

Love and hate dwell together, side by side.

Love, in all it’s beauty, can lift to the skies,

Or shatter a soul when trust turns to lies.

Hate, in all its fury, can stem from deep wounds,

A love that once blossomed, now buried in gloom.

For when we harbor hate, it's love's twisted twin,

Ashes of The flame that once burned within.

When love and ...

I went to lay down,

in a fresh bed of fuck.

Fire and fight and

vomit aside,

seems I finally

ran out of luck...

I come from the

underground.

Heartless and beating,

to my own sound.

My stagnant thoughts

fill the space.

As I roam the dark,

without a face.

When it comes to

love and desire;

I never could mesh

them with my

empty empire.

Broken jaw,

like steel under

my flesh.

I’d ra...

I hope you die.

I hope Karma bites you in the ass.

I hope you get beat to a bloody pulp.

I hope you lose your eyesight.

I hope your dreams are dashed into a million tiny pieces, and

I hope it happens after years and years of hard work and countless costly investments.

I hope everything you ever taste for the rest of your life is unbearably bitter.

I hope you go broke.

I hope you ache with regret w...

but how could i not fall in love with that smile that laughter those eyes that humour that passion

how could i not love you if you were everything i've ever wanted...

What do you really want with me?

What am I to thee?

What do you want me to do?

What do I owe you?

What I feel, does it matter to you?

When I’m in pain can’t I count on you too?

Do you know how it feels to be projected with feelings that are confusing?

Feeling needed in one moment and the next moment feels like you’re there only for using?

Do you know I’m capable of reciprocating your nuances?

Do...