Lover, Taker, Friend, Enemy, Heartache.

His touch a noxious poison, destroying everything in his path. His look, a dangerous beauty, waiting to strike. His smell. Lures you into his folds. Younever get out. As much as you really want to find your way out, you never can. It's inescapeable.

His kiss. Like Judas' kiss of betrayal. It feels so good at first, but you grow to resent it. To resent him. You hear love and hate come from the same place. The heart. Two powerful emotions. You have to have loved someone to hate him so. A dual emotion.

His touch is like an electrifying current. It brings you in, invites you to stay, only to knock you down later.

You keep going back, you need that satisfying feeling you get when he looks at you. When he touches you. When he looks at you. You grow immune to his attention, but not his pretty alluring words that make you feel so good. You are so addicted, you just cant get enough. You can't overdose, you cant leave it alone. A constant passion you feel.

As soon as you feel lonely, you go back for comfort, only to fall for his foxy tricks, once again. You tell yourself to stop, but there is just something abourt him that makes you want to believe he's good. No. He is the devil's advocate. Sent to do his bidding. Sent to lure into his trap. Everything thats pure, untouched, unblemished is destroyed by him. He turns it to charcoal. Useless, ugly, and left alone. He maybe picks it up later and makes you pretty again, painting you different colors, but as soon as you fall for it, you are thrown in the dump, only to turn black, colorless, loveless, again, just like the rest.
It seems he is the only one that can light your fire, make you colorful, make you alive again. But little by little, you die inside, him taking a part of you, and another, and another to make the 'perfect creation'. Of what he wants you to be. A monster. Like him. You are finally equal. But you despise yourself, what you've become. A devil's concoction.
What have i done? What have i gotten myself into? But you cant stay away. This time, it's different, he likes you and does everything he can to get you. His chance was long gone, blown away by the wind, but you ignore your conscience. Again, you are falling, blowing away.

You see his figure fading in the distance. But there is one thing that you can see from even miles away. The sparkling mischievous black eyes that lured you in in the first place. He then turns and finds another pure thing. You yell and wave your hands in warning, but she is already in too deep. She fell for those beautiful, evil, mischievous, dark, soulful, good eyes of your lover, taker, friend, enemy, and heartache.

Fading. Into the distance. Now only a fading gleam, a faint sparkle of those eyes you know so well. You see them until they are finally put out.

The end.