That Icy glare
Shot at me in the heat of your temper
contradicts those facts together.
Leaving me ever perplexed.
So confusing
yet so amusing.
Holding back my smile,
so hard to stay mad.
Your love.
Your word.
They are the ever life that i grasp to
they are my oxygen
my pulse.
Your hatred
only in that passionate second
shatters the glare,
extinguish the fire,
yet ignite my love.
Only to tear me down again.
Your lovely lies,
your burning eyes,
your choking ties,
towards our love.
So confusing
yet so amusing.
 
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