When Passion Takes Control

What is this I feel?

Why do I fall for it every time?

Why do I believe each and every line?

Why do you do me this way twenty-four seven?

Day becomes night to rise to another day,

but each new day feels like yesterday's passed,

leaving me in a shroud of a constant love-hate.

I hate that I love you beyond the span of life,

I hate that I miss you with each breath I take,

I hate this feeling that draws me ever closer to you.

I can't rid my thoughts of you beyond mere seconds.

I find myself caught in this maelstrom of passion's love.

I am bound to you like a noose around my throat.

I will never be the same person before I met you.

The truth is: I love that I hate you, with a passion.