Resurrected Feelings

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Editorial and Opinion  |  House: Booksie Classic
sorry.... gonna have to read it

Submitted: September 10, 2010

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You make me sick.  You, the one standing before me; facing me, make me sick.  You, with your disgusting little hair and your hidious face; You repulse me.  Yet I do not care for your face or your features.  What i care for are you thoughts.  Those thougts that go around in mine and your mind and swirl and spin and never stop.  What is it that you think about?  Do you think of ways to murder me? Ha! Threats so simple as the drowning rivers that turn red with blood don't scare me.  They only interest me.  You repulse me and you.... wait, you don't know why your idiotic face makes quiver with violence?  It is because of the way you talk.  Of the way you smell.  It is because of that delicate aroma around you that filles the air with an intoxicatingly rapid scent.  It is that sweet sweet melody my head sings when your presence touches mine...  But no!!!!  I will not leave my hatred for you so easily.  I hate your ignorant gestures and you pathetic smile.  That smile that drives me crazy.  Those lips that turn my skin on fire.  I love your insignificantly beautiful presence.  NO! No i hate it.  I hate you and your repulsive atmosphere.  I hate the way I never know what you are thinking.  Out of all the people I know, you are the exception to the rule of knowledge.  I do not know what you are thinking or what you mean to say.  I don't know if what you say is the truth or a fabrication of the analogies you place in your head to conpensate for the lack of personal transperancing towards the word.  I hate the way you have the power to leave me breathless, in a matter of minutes of crush me down faster that i could ever get up, in a matter of seconds.  But when you take me to the sky and dance with me, i see you and only you as my celestial creator.  I see you as a goddess.  As a princess of the darkness hidden inside the light.  You see, I hate you all the more because of the way you draw me in.  Of the way you pull me tight and don't explain why.  But it doesnt matter because i don't care to know anyways.  I only care about that moment.  That my dear, is why I hate you. I hate you so much, i even love you. You are my obsession.  I am your opheliac.  Please my love, don't let me live with the hope that some day you might want to love me. You are the protagonist in this sea of emptiness that is all over the walls of our damned city.  Blood stained and crippled lay the citizens of this humanity yet... you make me look at only you.  I live for you.  I die for you.  I die with you.  At your command, my life is yours but my soul, i have given to someone else long before you.  She is my love, my goddess, my sun, my empress.  You are my moon, my princess, my maiden, my darkness, my mistress, and master.  Please just tell me what it is you want even if i do not know still......


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