The Crave

Youre an omen
The devil
I hate you but my words cant get enough if you
Every word i speak
Its you
My breath. All of them. they are for you. But my hatred is what i cant admit to you. Thats where i feel you most
In the pit of my stomach. 
And im not going to lie
Its the truth
But my god you make sick
Youre twisted in the head
A drug i cant get enough of
Im addicted
Im addicted to your deceitful cunning ways
Im addicted to what you call purity
But i will never admit to myself youre anything but amazing.
Because deep where it hurts
Youre nothing but my Conscious
And as much as i crave you 
Its the same as craving me
And thats something i will never admit to myself
 

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