You hate me

But it's ok

Because I hate you too

Let's smile the day away

Pretending like its ok

That I hate you

And you hate me

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We aren't too much different really.

Abandoned by a damp and chilled world, only warmth ever known was that of a womb. Scars made by our own hands litter across skin, the knowledge that even if bloodshed is part of the job it can still be calming when it's just you and a knife.

Insanity always creeping up your back; you'll never know when it'll finally make you plunge downwards with it, will you?

You've never said a word of these things…but you would have never had to anyways. That look in the only eye you show to the world tells me your story, betrays your normally cold, hard will.

I know my eyes do the same thing, tells you that I'm just as fucked up as you always knew I was. I know they tell you I can be trusted to a degree, only because I'm just as screwed as you.

That's why when no one's looking…you always kiss me. That's why when we're alone; you show your face that's under those wrappings and you usually fuck me so hard I can't move the next day.

We're both freaks you know.

What we do is so very wrong, sinful even.

You're never gentle, but that's all right…I'd hate it if you treated me like I would break if you did so much as touch me.

Crush your lips against mine, your wrappings always still haphazardly hanging from your head. Our mouths in such a swift dance of a slick wetness, warmth and sweet little pants that I never do figure out when we go from being fully clothed to as naked as the day we were born.

Legs entwine together, kicking, tensing, and curling around each other. Hands gripping and accidentally scratching flesh, fingers tracing the puckered handmade scars that fall across skin slick with sweat…those hands sewing themselves into soft hair.

"Zaku…" you whisper in my ear.

You only say my name when you want to put it in, that much becoming more and more obvious as you'll get more and more violent until a allow it.

"I hate yo-ah!" I'll try and say when you do penetrate me.

It always hurts, like something's splitting me into two. But I guess that's how I like it.

You'll give me a moment or two before you begin to move, never gentle, raw, and harsh.

In and out, up and down.

"I –ah- hate you, Dosu…" I'll say again as I wrap my arms around him, forcing my own tongue on his own.

My hips will move with your own thrusts in a rhythm we've come accustomed to. You'll kiss me back, so deeply I'll be sure that I might just swallow your tongue.

The rhythm will get faster and faster, harsher to the point where the sharp pain is almost overpowering the pleasure.

We'll both reach the peak of this insanity at one point, and we'll both start to fall soon after.

You'll kiss me deeply again, fingers tracing the scars and fresh cuts along my arms and legs, whispering against my lips,

"I hate you too…"

I know you'll leave soon after, so I stay close to you why I have the chance, always letting my hands in their wanderlust to seek out your own scars and cuts, fingering them as gently as I'll allow.

"We're both freaks you know." I'll say.

You'll snort good naturedly, wrapping your arms around my waist, my back against your chest.

"We'll, being a freak isn't so bad…now is it?" you'll say, your face buried in my hair.

No…I guess it's not all too bad…

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It feels so much like falling,

Dying while I wait to die,

The fear of something or nothing,

Lonely empty lie.

-Much like falling by FlyLeaf