Good And Bad Poem by Butterflies In My Belly Forever

When he draws me near so many things become so clear.
Tiny things become so magnified and significant.
Good and bad.
His hands caressing me,
His mouth cursing me while his eyes stab my skin.
His thoughts tainted by those of the past as he would never try to hurt me,
the temptation grows.
Hands around my neck as sexual pleasure and gratification of a single tear drops down my face to hit the ground.
True love and honesty conflict with anger and lack of control,
twisted and intertwined with confusion love and chaos.
I push and pull him at the same time.
Once again love and hate intertwine.
Anger and daggers are what I see. Push and shove but come close to me.
The mix and rush intoxicating and overwhelming, hungry mouths over skin and the rush of sweat.
Can't get enough..
Come closer, climb inside, let me hurt you push me to the edge and come with me.
Let me show you the love you created.