• I’m not really into talking, not lately anyway.
    So I just sat there listening to what each had to say.
    "I love love." said the girl.
    "I love hate" said the boy.
    I pondered the two notions all at once and side by side.
    Hate was so ugly, so harsh, so passionate....
    Love has only brought me pain in the end....
    I belonged to neither,
    And neither belonged to me.
    But I had to think of something to say, something to add.
    I had to get the last word in.
    I pointed to him, "Hate."
    I pointed to her, "Love."
    I pointed to me, "Lust."

    Lust seems to be the perfect fit, for me at least.
    I lust affection,
    I lust fear,
    I lust blood,
    and I lust tears.
    if I am a junkie,
    then lust is my drug.
    I do get a high, but its shorter then death,
    but I sure get the hella long crash.
    I don't have an antidote,
    I don't have a cure.
    I have lust,
    and I have fear.

    I fear affection,
    but I crave the pain.
    I fear fright,
    but I crave the rush.
    I fear blood,
    but I love the taste.
    I fear tears,
    but I need the release.

    What I am is lust,
    lust and fear.
    Not hate,
    nor love.
    I am the fear I lust,
    And I am the lust I fear.
    The not- so - happy medians,
    That some soul has to bare.