My lust is passion

Lies shaping the silhouette love

congruent to my action.

If to hurt is to love.

My burden is weighted by abuse.

Silence is my pain.

My voice is my freedom.

But to speech is to publicize and it's only between 2.

Silent I remain.

Wrong is my bitter love cloaked behind distractions.

But my lust is my passion.

And my injustice is a gentle touch that soothes me in my restless nights.

My words

Sympathize my actions.

If to hurt is love.

I'll carry the burden.