Poetry - Questions

I look into your eyes, and I feel it, I feel you. It burns, stings, rejoices. I hate it, I hate you, and oh do I hate me. Why? Damn it why? Saw it coming yet kept moving towards it. Foolish, stupid, idiot. Why? Why would I? Damn you, why would you? I ask, never answered. Yet I ask again, but this time you aren’t here to hear the question. I hate you, god I love you. Why? Damn it why? If I could, would I change it, would I undo it, undo you? That’s the question I ask myself daily. The answer? Still waiting, still no answer. Intense? Is that a sin? Well if it is, then it’s my sin and mine alone. To be alone? Is that the solution? Hurt, tears, lies (mine and yours). Ha, didn’t know that I lied too did you? Well I did, to you, and even worse, to myself. Over and over again. The love, a lie? I don’t know. Maybe … maybe not. One day I may know, I may not. Do I care? Damned if I know. Do I want to care? God yes! Wish I knew how. Scars, so deep they still itch, so raw they still burn. Will they go away? Dunno, hope they do, but if not fuck it. Ill deal, its what I do. A rock? Not a rock, a shell. Empty and brittle. Dying a little more everyday. When will it end? Will I be the one or will it be you? I wish I knew, wish I was still able to care enough to want to care. Love, hate, pain, lust … emotions. What a joke! Everybody lies. It’s what we all do. Lie with your mouth, eyes, and hands, … you lie with everything that you have. And you always lie to the one that means the most. Ignore the pain … its not like it matters. Be strong, must be steady. Fuck steady and fuck you. Do you care? Do I? Answer … always no, nobody does. And the ones that do? Stupid fools that are like targets for heat seeking missiles. You are just standing there waiting for the boom that ends it all. God? Is there one? He … She? Who cares? If there was one, would all this happen? If the answer is yes to that, then what a fucker. Best practical joke ever … props, you got us all.