Always the same thing.
We fight.
We Hug.
But at the end of it all.
We still love.
Hate spewing out of our mouths.
We're Crushing each other down.
But when one thinks about each other.
We're still lovers.
You send me flowers, but I don't take them.
I give you kisses but you never receive them.
I still love you, why do you hate me.
I still want you, but is it not to be.
I'm sorry for lying, cheating, and hating.
But when it comes down to it.
This isn't loving.
Love is a spell, a curse, a story.
But when it's with you.
It can get gory.
I try to keep it as simple as I can.
But it's always returned by a dirty command.
I gave you my heart and you fucking crushed it.
I hate you, I hate this.
So guess what.
Fuck it.
