I can’t do it.
You asked me to read,
But I read into.
You asked me to judge,
But I am unfair.
You asked me to help,
But all I want to do is destroy.
It’s because you make me feel,
Like I haven’t felt before.
It’s so cliché,
And I hate you for that.
But I love your presence,
And I love you knowledge.
But I hate how you don’t love me.