Our Eternal Struggle: Fight or Flight

So here the question is:
The ongoing struggle between
FIGHT OR FLIGHT.
It's only human,
It's only real.

We'll pass notes in the hallways,
Whispering with no need to.

Intensity. Adrenaline.
Overwhelmed with such emotion.
You're torn between
^{confrontation} and _devotion.

We've mastered the looks
in each other's eyes.
With only these,
Our spirits rise.

Take to flight? Let yours wings
be your means to your seclusion;
Protection from forseen pain.

We sense the storm brewing,
and yet, we so readily delve
into such a situation.

Stay to fight. For consequence
is but a mirage and you're the
only one who see's it.

Walk into the winds.
Battle is such a beauty.
Our time is closing in.

There comes a time *MAY TRIGGER*

I know I haven't posted in forever, but you can thank my writers block for that. Im finally at the end of my rope and I guess my creative genius (hah!) decides to kick in when i'm near self-injury and worse. I guess the only reason i'm keeping myself busy by posting this is because I can't do shit with my little sister in the house.

I dont really have a title yet. =\

*CAUTION. MAY TRIGGER*

She's lying here cold and lonely,
naked on the floor.
They've taunted and belittled her weakness,
causing her to need it that much more.

Razor sharp Exacto knives
skinning her body of all emotion;
releasing heartache and pain
in crimson rivers of devotion.

We, two, were meant to be together.
Our love for each other and our bond
staying true forever.
This love affair has been construed for to long;
seemingly mile apart, though our love had never gone.

An empty house tempted her free will;
Satan's whisper in her.
She tried to ignore her animalistic desire,
yet, her body felt the seducing chill.

Fingers glide over her lover,
causing the first electric tingle up her spine.
His kiss was like no other,
Drawing out all the pain inside.

The heartache had gone away now,
taking with it, all the love.
Orgasmic with every last touch of the blade,
she prays not to go numb.