I hate her. I hate her for her arrogance, I hate her for her beauty, I hate her for the way she places herself above and the way that society says that it's right. I hate her for the way she manipulates Tavros and Terezi. I hate her for both her cowardice and for her bravery. I hate what she's done to me and I hate that I can't blame her for it.
I hate the way she refuses to give in when I touch her the first time. I hate that she always fights back when we kiss. I hate that no matter how gentle I try to be we always end up fucking like animals. I hate that we can't go one day without drawing blood on each other.
I love the way she arches when I pull her hair just shy of ripping it out. I love the way she shies away when I tear off her glasses and expose her scars. I love the way she can pin me up against a wall with that stupid robotic arm of hers. I love how sensitive the scar tissue is where it connects with her torso.
I love the way she always comes to me first. I love the way she screams my name like a benediction, like a prayer. I love the way she tugs me closer by the horns. I love that she always wants more from me.
I hate that she leaves me craving her. I hate that my feelings have never been flushed. I hate that she's affected so many aspects of my life.
I don't mind hating her as long as I get to touch.