I'm addicted to you, and all the hate that I feel coming from you when we touch.
I feed on the passion, in your punches when you use a closed fist.
I know you're lust is in the nail marks that you leave cut into my flesh.
I just want to feel, and though you will leave me when your satisfied, you make me feel, in all kinds of ways I've never imagined.
Don't ever tell me you'll stay with me, cause this much passion must always end in a sacrifice and tragedy.
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Some of the thoughts that run through my head; the one's I'm not ashamed to put down on paper.
So, this is me...well, a part of me.
- buh.ran.done©
- Ogden, UT, United States
- I'm just a regular guy, who had his problems. Taking care of them is the easy part...preparing for new ones is the challenge. I hit a rough patch a few years back and while you may choose to be offended by the things that I write, I don't apologize for documenting my feelings.
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