It's a Love/Hate Kind of Thing
How can you both hate someone and love them all the same? Even when they’d break you down by unrelenting blame?
How do you not feel guilty for the pain you can create? Is my suffering your only means and cause to celebrate?
How do you feel good about the person that you’ve become? When breaking down the ones you love best represents a scum.
As sick as it is crazy, I still can’t let you go... our memories still comfort me in spite of what I show.
As much as I hate to admit it now... you know that I still care. There’s no one that I’ve felt more for... or intend to find in compare.
Maybe we were doomed from the the day that we first met. But I never wanted anyone more... I guess I lost the bet.
(2014)
