A Lone Stranger

Hate and Love they cut with the same blade is that why they hurt so much? hating someone so much, you love to hate them damn its scary Loving someone so much you hate when the cruelty of life falls on them in anyway till you thrust your body in the way like a shield, turning away it all taking each stab, feeling each blow Everyone full of determination to see you break fall and shatter but you know you can't you won't. . . 

As the days rolled on and the story eloped in and off, wherein she called and waited and waited for time that never did seem to end, for each minute that passed seemed like a day and so on and so forth. He was there, waiting with arms flung open wide for her to cling onto hang onto hold onto, be with to live and to be lived for every moment to be cherished and remembered, she thought that the moments are way too precious, every second felt and every breath realized, for she selected the dresses and the events and thought of every sequence rehearsed multiply and perfected, always lost in deep thoughts of her "bindh". But it is often said and observed that Man proposes and GOD disposes, and for her this was a BANG, hell broke loose with passing time and every moment that she wished to cherish vanished, simply vanished in thin cold air, no traces left behind. She knew he was there and he wasnt really there, for days passed and turned to weeks and they eloped to months, but...

Into my eyes you look but you never see me. . . or maybe that's it you see to much of me, you can't look past my curves or maybe it's the color of my skin that turns you away I never do anything to make you look elsewhere or maybe. . . it's the things I say.