I once had that which made time short

That which moved mountains

Which made people do impossible things and could kill and destroy oneself

That feeling that hurts but you can't get enough of,

The passion that's all around you, for blood and for skin: love

I had one for someone with eyes like thunderstorm-producing nimbus, mouse-colored

With skin as pale as fresh milk

With a voice that was husky and silky

With lips as pink as salmon and a laugh as rich as fruit-bearing soil

He made a rebel out of me, a girl afraid to trust and whose always guarded, careful

He was the cream of the crop,

the cock(rooster) of the walk,

a swan in the mist of crows,

a prince amongst ogres,

a spider in a nest of maggots,

a genius in a class of retards,

a diamond in the rough

He was like the ocean, quiet and brooding,

Like fire, warm and somewhat comforting,

Like the air, playful and free

And I really loved him.

Then he did something that made the hours long

That left me crying on the inside, broken and battered

He broke my heart

He went back on every promise he ever made me

He stepped all over my heart with jackbooks and knives

And from that day forward, I hated him

But everytime I saw him, I saw everything I liked before, and so I also loved him.

I hated him with a drive that could freeze the Milky Way, while at the same time, my love of hime burns with ten suns,

Both emotions mixing into a frozen, fiery mess, determined to erode and destroy me