Eyes and Sighs and breaking those lies...

I could stare at you all day and have my eyes spit poison at you.
The thing we most have in common is that we've both become people we used to hate, except looking at ourselves, we don't hate ourselves all that much. We hate each other.

That passionate hatred which masks a passionate torrent of other feelings, of other loves, of other desires... all wraps round us, binds us. Bonds us.

Were our wrists tied with something stronger than string, were our ankles bound by something better than lace and feeble wool... then we might stand a fighting chance. But we fight the bonds, we fight the bonds for a freedom of movements and freedom of thought that we do not have. We fight the bonds for the freedom to hurt each other, because we are evenly matched, because we know the pain.

Knead each other... for our bodies are malleable even if our prides are not.
Your burning need for me to need you
My burning need for you to need me
- and a confession that will never come.