spitting
fighting
screaming
biting
hitting
crying
this is what we have made of love.
this is what we know to be lust.
because, love doesn't hurt. love doesn't scare. love isn't hateful, spiteful, and lying.
lust however, is selfish. lust is about pride. lust is about you and not me. lust is temporary. lust is an illusion, not reality.
reality is, you don't love me. you never did.
i never loved you either. we both new it.
reality is, we lusted after one other and infatuation was concieved, giving birth to obession. like an addict we were addicted to eachothers chaos, because misery loves company.
you threw a dagger through my heart and i lit a fire in yours. even outside of this, we were not good people. you told me i wasn't shit and i told you, you weren't either.
and with that,
we proved we deserved each other.
you were my karma and i was yours.
R