Yet…


As close as i would love to cling yet the further i am from you is a sort of healing.
Being on the byline of obsession yet iam trying to be on the verge of oblivion.
Custodian to your companionship yet i would love to be the cause of your hardship.
Dreams of you should be everlasting yet i can't wait to wake up and rid myself of the sting.
Eternal happiness is what i wish for you yet eternal hatred is what i wish upon you.
Fineness praising you yet i feel a sort of self-destruction when writing of you.
Grieving for my sort of delecacy yet iam addicted to you like Hennessy.

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Loving until it feels like hatred