They were the best of friends
And the worst of friends.
Ironic isn’t it,
How you can hate someone one minute
The next love them?
Not to them.
To them it was normal.
They thrived off the emotions that beat their insides to a pulp.
Hate,
brought adrenalin and interest to their everyday life.
Love,
was what held their sad excuse for a relationship together.
Oh, but how the rope that is their love tears with each pull the hate brings.
What’s left now of it?
Maybe a strand?
One persistent string that won’t be broken?
One day the string will snap.
And when it does,
I will be there
It sounds twisted doesn’t it?
Living only for the moments that make your heart skip a beat,
sometimes for good reasons,
other times for bad.
But then again,
what do you expect from two minds
such as theirs?
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