You were pure chaos and I let myself shattered by you.
You were an endless pain and still, I let myself wrecked by you.

You were damnation, and I let myself damned by you.
And still counted it all as a blessing.
You were fascinating but deceptive, tempting yet destructive.

I thought you were just a sheer blitz, but you were a goddamn hurricane.
Just like pain is subjective and prejudiced, you were too.

Hate is all gray areas, no other certitude. It's too simple word to describe what we have and what I feel for you isn't hatred. It's so much more.
It's chaos, ready to swallow me whole, and I am already indulged in it.



© sadafsiddique