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Strange Affection
Author: The Mad Poet PM
People ask me why I don't qualify this as a romance. Well, not all love is romantic. Most love hurts like this sometimes, but not all is romantic. I think romance is a sub-genre of angst, sometimes. . .or horror. This one is angst, though. And if it's
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 202 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-28-01 - id: 417940
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~~Strange Affection~~

You never laugh,
never smile;
wearing instead
that cruel smirk
which somehow
makes you seem
so very youthful
and innocent.
You have a way
of looking
so tormented
when thinking,
eyes all but glowing,
illuminated
from within
by all those old
phantoms.
Your tone is cruel,
words biting
like acid.
And still,
I love you.

You sit for long hours
in unbreaking silence;
perhaps hearing
the screams
of those who died around you,
the last agonies
of all those you killed.
You have a way
of watching
your blood as it runs
down your skin
for the hundred-and-first
time,
staring
almost mesmerized
as though you had never
seen that shade
before.
You stiffen
when I embrace you,
sometimes flinching
from my touch.
And always,
I love you.

You thrive on despair,
fear such bitter sweetness to you;
shunning light,
you seek
a particular
darkness.
You have a way
of isolating yourself,
of turning
all others aside
while you obsess;
giving me
deja vu
and a chill
when I see your expression
grow so distant.
Your angry soul
burns me,
Your gaze
draws my blood.
And for this,
I love you.


~(c)01/00The Mad Poet (A.K.LaBelle)
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