Passionate Anger

Raging against you,
anger so pure you find it
breathtakingly beautiful,
weeping tears of disappointment
as your arms tenderly reach for me,
you can’t stand to see me cry
yet you are the reason
the storm clouds fill my sky.

What do I do when
in the midst of all this love
comes the sorrow, angst and self-disgust?
I hate you and I love you,  
I need you but I loathe that I do;
I want to walk away
but I run right back to you.  

You are like a drug
that takes me to the highest high,
then, plummet  
when you let me down hard.

I come back time and again,
a vise I cannot seem to break
you are a bad habit, a choice.
Sometimes you are the enemy
and then just one word is all it takes
to make me melt in your wake.

I hate you…
I hate you…
I hate you,
but no matter what…
My heart belongs to you.

Gypsy Red