I don't like you
or maybe I don't like what you've turned me into.
This weird mess of person.
All over the place because of you.
You make me so angry.
You make hate.
But the worst part is that you make feel alive.
When I'm with you I feel as if the sky itself is smiling down on me,
The wind hugs me,
and the sun gives me life
I want cry and laugh and scream because
You make feel.
If I didn't love you I would hate you.
YOU ARE READING
well fucK, I think I love you
Poetryshit I wrote when im in those weird feels, y'know?