Juxtaposition

You only have to say the smallest thing and I fall for you. You only
have to do the smallest thing and I am in love with you. I've got to
tell you my secret, promise you'll keep it.
I want you I need you. I succumbed to you. You've got to listen harder
than ever. I'll only whisper it because I'm too weak to shout it. I
love you. I always have loved you. Even when I left you I loved you,
only my heart was murdered, my soul was angered and I didn't realise
it. Now I've forgiven you, the feeling has crept up on me from the back
of my mind. "Don't forget me, I can't hide it. Don't forget us, what we
had." Jumps out in front of me, screaming, revealing how much I need
you; how much I love you. And I hate myself. Why do I feel so? Why do I
want you to hold me in your arms, caress me with love and indulge me in
ignorant bliss? If only this tired chapter would finish. The story's
boring now. I want to move onto the next part and experience my new
life. Yet there's a magnetism. I'm attracted to these words and it's
like a spell preventing me from reading on. I want to read this
chapter, and become part of the paradise once again, only to end up in
hell; my heart burning with fury and shattering like it's a delicate
glass rose, the petals bleeding, hurting, dying.