2012

my love and my hate for you is infinite.

You were in his apartment. His hand cradled your head close. The sweet smell of cigarettes wafted through the air. The feeling of his skin on your cheek. You were both sitting up in his bed. Naked. Blankets up to your hips. He was against the backboard of the bed, you were against his chest.

You couldn't keep away from each other. Even if every time you saw each other devolved into a screaming match, of anger and hate. Slaps and grabs and shouts that turned into kisses and gropes and moans. For the last 4 years that's what you had been to him.

You hated each other. Frank would look down at you with a face of disgust every time he saw you again. You did the same. Hell, right now, even though he was cuddling you he looked down at you with hate. He was in his 30's, he was too old for this he thought. But he couldn't keep away.

He had a cigarette in his mouth. He had been chain-smoking the whole time after. He held your head almost forcefully. Everything he felt screamed hate but he couldn't bring himself to.

"You're the worst thing to ever happen to me."