Im a writer,
  yet a poet.
Im a lover,
 yet a fighter.
These things descride me,
  and who I am.
Some things are wrong,
 yet others are right.
I tell the truth,
  yet Im a lier.
I hate you,
 yet I love you.
These things describe what you
  want me to be.
Others will never be me.

I am tall,
 yet short.
I am strange,
  yet normal.
You know who I am,
 but you do not know me.
Things are not always
  how they seem.
Am I supreme?

Do these tell you who I am,
 or what I am meant to be?
Sometimes I wait,
  for my heart on a plate.
I pull it out,
 just to stay alive.
To keep myself sane,
  you are the one I blame.
You see this fire,
 you see this flame?
It triggers my desire
  for the rain.
This ice you see,
 set upon my heart.
That freezes apart,
  from all the rest.
That heart carries hatred,
 from me to you.

And now and forever,
  my heart will be yours to sever.
This day forward is the begining of our
 lonely end, but the begining of
our lives end.