Challenging repetition with atomic lust, killing context from oblivious infatuation, I'm condemned for seeking you, I'm forever tormented by what could be... We are the grazed sparks of hope, fighting for our moment to shine, delicately torched, gripped with fear I shall seek you in the eye of adversity. With that said, I'll treasure you, dispose of you, throw stones and loathe you. get off me. You're not my type, period. Lust, dipped in sarcasm to tell you I love you. pause. I'll borrow you for the weekend and forget to call you on Monday. I miss you.