I love you
I hate you.
I miss you.
You were so disappointing.
Utterly a joke.
So what was the point of all that?
What was the point of you?
And why do I wish you’d come crawling back?
I hate you, I hate you I hate you.
You didn’t deserve me.
Why didn’t you try harder to earn me?
I want someone to take me out of this world,
And to give me gifts,
To write me letters and miss me.
I need someone to look at me like maybe I’m magic.
And to hug me strongly, like they don’t want to let go.