Hate to love you

 
I'd be lying...

 
if I said...

 

that I never think of you...

 
...even though those bee stings you called kisses
 
still remain blisters amongst the roots of my mouth
 
 
 
They still burn from the thorns,

 

of the other mans venom
 
that were injected through your lips...
 
 
 
I felt the pain of your past
 
that became my present and future
 
as an inheritance of hurts
 

 

 

But..

 

 
For some sick and twisted reason...

 

 
I still love you...
 
 
 
I think about the aroma
 
that arose from your heavens, 

 

every time...

 

I would dig inside your rose quartz

           

 

It was so lovely...

 

..having you engrave your falsetto

 

of wet harmonies into the center of my earth...

 

 

...and wiping the impossibilities of fears

 

that dreams may never come true..

 

 

 

though you proved them wrong

 

by accepting my wishes...

 

 

 

 

It lasted only

 

for what I called a lifetime...

 

 

...a few months

 

 

 

 

I can never deny the blessings

 

of your coming to pass though...

 

 

 ...even if I do desire amnesia

 

from knowing your name or who you are

 

 

 

 

 

 I still love you ,

 

 

I hate you in the most honest

 

and utterly morbid way..

 

...but

 

I still love you...

 

 

 

 

I just hate the fact that you lied

 

when you said...

 

 

 

" Te amo "

 

 

 

 

 

I didn't realize it back then..

 

but you were declaring it to someone else

 

 

 

 

Now I know...

 

That "te amo"...

 

was just another nice way of saying..

 

 

 

 

 

....good bye

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was just a fucked up way of saying it...