Love/Hate

The love/hate relationship

I get this feeling, and it’s like nothing I’ve felt before, yet I feel it every day.

It wakes me up in the morning and it keeps me up at night.

It follows me into the shower, all I have to do is keep my eyes shut tight.

It creeps into my bed and fills my head

It marks my neck with its red embrace  

It gets into my pants and has its way

It screws around and messes with my brain

In spite of that, I crave it much

I want it over and over again, I can’t have too much

But when it’s gone it leaves me broken

Broken down and my legs all swollen

Can’t you tell that it’s not love you see?

It’s all an illusion and it’s tricked me

I get the feeling the end is neigh

When the knife leaves its kisses on my thigh

The sweet sting with a strong release

It’s not love but it pretends to be

Can’t you see, it disguises itself so easily