Isa

I hate you I hate you I hate you you push me and pull me and push me away I hate when you tell me to go and to stay You need me you pluck me You bleed me you fuck me You cast me aside and away You tell me to leave you to come and receive you I’m told to believe that you love me okay You sound so clichéd Our love is the greatest, the strongest, the latest the longest, delicious, supreme and ambitious tremendous, progressive, extreme and impressive oppressive capricious fictitious and dead I need you I love you I feed you I heed you I frequently shove you away I hate you and wait with you go out and date with you mate with you Why won’t I leave you just leave you alone I stay with my own yes for reasons unknown You need your alone-time and I need my moan-time I need to have time to climb out of the drain But why do you ask me to come to you, help you then task me quite simply to fuck off again? I’m weary I’m weary it’s dreary to love you I love you despite all the strain and the pain despite all the strain and the pain I do love you I love you although I complain No pain is no pain and no gain Our love is alive with the tremor of being I’m constantly fleeing and growing and seeing the changes in us that are showing It’s knowing just when I should stay with you when I should go these little things I need to know Our love is not dead it is flowing and fighting it’s kicking and biting dividing, uniting each day is exciting to know that I’m with you and that is igniting our passionate hatred and love our passionate hatred and love