I'd hate you if I didn't love you so much
I'd hate you if I didn't love you so much
"Your eyes are just as beautiful as mine." He said holding her face.
"I know." she answered. They looked into each other, fighting for power. What started as a longing look of love turned into a battle of wills. Equal in everything but where they could only embrace opposition, they wondered what was wrong with some friendly, debilitating fire anyway. There is no harm is biting someone until they bleed."Come on, bite me back; I can take it." she threatened.
"Okay." he answered, biting back. She knew she'd wake up with a mark from that (and more per the usual). The only thing he could hurt on her wouldn't leave a mark. It wouldn't even leave a bruise. All he leaves for her when he realizes that he just has to walk out of her life for some uncertain length of time once again is another win in their battle. He walks out, obliterating her soul and heart that took so long to build back up after the previous instance when he had left before. But what does he lose in the process? As the theory goes, one always gives when he takes. So what does she have to bring with her to the next encounter? What more of herself can she give until there is nothing left. All that was said, all that was meant, all that was felt, what else is there? There is no permanence. There isn't the slightest hint of security. He speaks words, words he knows full well she would want to hear given a change of context. She begs him not to say something like that.
"Don't do it! Not even a little bit! I don't want to hear that from you!" she gasps.
"Why?" he asks in such an honest tone that she wonders how the hell it will turn into a lie in the next few hours."You know one day I'll be a good person. You know I want a life like that."
"I fucking hate you!"
"I hate you more! I will."
"I know you will. I know you're capable of greatness one day. I see it in you. I wouldn't even mess with you if you didn't have that inside you."
"Want to know something? I haven't hung out with a girl this long without fucking her before."
"See that, don't say shit like that! You want to know why I can never say no to you?" she asked hitting him in the chest.
"Why?"
"Cause you're the only one that knows how to kiss me. For some reason, you are the only man that can make my knees weak and make me forget where I am just by kissing me. And I want to know something."
"What?" he hesitated, slightly caught off guard.
"What is the reason you said you liked me before but wouldn't tell me cause you said I'd make fun of you?"
"You can't make fun of me."
"I won't, I swear."
"Cause you make this noise when I kiss you. Like I'm the only one that knows how to kiss you." he finally told her. Then he kissed her. Her knees got weak. She forgot where she was. She melted into his arms. Then she pulled away and said,
"Did you notice? I didn't make that sound on purpose."she said laughing.
"Your eyes are just as beautiful as mine." He said holding her face.
"I know." she answered. They looked into each other, fighting for power. What started as a longing look of love turned into a battle of wills. Equal in everything but where they could only embrace opposition, they wondered what was wrong with some friendly, debilitating fire anyway. There is no harm is biting someone until they bleed."Come on, bite me back; I can take it." she threatened.
"Okay." he answered, biting back. She knew she'd wake up with a mark from that (and more per the usual). The only thing he could hurt on her wouldn't leave a mark. It wouldn't even leave a bruise. All he leaves for her when he realizes that he just has to walk out of her life for some uncertain length of time once again is another win in their battle. He walks out, obliterating her soul and heart that took so long to build back up after the previous instance when he had left before. But what does he lose in the process? As the theory goes, one always gives when he takes. So what does she have to bring with her to the next encounter? What more of herself can she give until there is nothing left. All that was said, all that was meant, all that was felt, what else is there? There is no permanence. There isn't the slightest hint of security. He speaks words, words he knows full well she would want to hear given a change of context. She begs him not to say something like that.
"Don't do it! Not even a little bit! I don't want to hear that from you!" she gasps.
"Why?" he asks in such an honest tone that she wonders how the hell it will turn into a lie in the next few hours."You know one day I'll be a good person. You know I want a life like that."
"I fucking hate you!"
"I hate you more! I will."
"I know you will. I know you're capable of greatness one day. I see it in you. I wouldn't even mess with you if you didn't have that inside you."
"Want to know something? I haven't hung out with a girl this long without fucking her before."
"See that, don't say shit like that! You want to know why I can never say no to you?" she asked hitting him in the chest.
"Why?"
"Cause you're the only one that knows how to kiss me. For some reason, you are the only man that can make my knees weak and make me forget where I am just by kissing me. And I want to know something."
"What?" he hesitated, slightly caught off guard.
"What is the reason you said you liked me before but wouldn't tell me cause you said I'd make fun of you?"
"You can't make fun of me."
"I won't, I swear."
"Cause you make this noise when I kiss you. Like I'm the only one that knows how to kiss you." he finally told her. Then he kissed her. Her knees got weak. She forgot where she was. She melted into his arms. Then she pulled away and said,
"Did you notice? I didn't make that sound on purpose."she said laughing.