mrpakadam

The truth is… I simply abhor  your kiss.

The truth is… It’s simply you I never miss.

The truth is… I hate you more the less.

The truth is…

Love is complicated. The more you try the less you recieve from it. Although our young loves can see, and are not blinded to, the inapplicable nature of nostalgia; even more they are in actuality fully sighted and can read between the red and black lines of, all that nature that lives vibrant; and know for fact that they live as renegades, renegades to and of a love that is truthfully sinful, sinful  by nature and law.

They put in more then what is necessary to maintain, and yet receive less then what they expected humbly. And so the truth is…

I truthfully adore the moments we share.

I truthfully love the way your lips cut then sheer my heart.

I truthfully never want to see you leave… for you turned; without a doubt a hollow heart into one that can care.

I truthfully love you more then love itself.

I truthfully…

Those who fall in love must be bound and cut, readily accepting that which is, love. At any given moment the knife will shed blood, but you must ignore that cut, if so then thus one will forever indulge in love… sinful or not. Consider this and that and you will see that this is that and not what it isn’t to be but rather what it isn’t not to be.

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-Pak Adam(Adam hayes)