at this point,
i’m fairly sure i love you & hate you,
hate to love you, love to hate you.
& it’s a delicate situation because
more than anything i love you.
& this is so predictable because
we all know that it’s the impact
(after the fall) that kills the girl.
& it’s so pathetic because i knew
it was going to go out this way.
you’re apparently a good liar,
but nobody can fake love my dear.
this loss of breath,
stop my heartbeat,
love and lust and back again
‘i fuckin hate you for this‘