One day I woke up and realized I shouldn't love you
So I wrote this to remind me why

you lie and you cry and you
flirt with other guys and
hate my eyes and
always ignore
me and sigh
whenever I ask you what's
wrong and you reply with some
cryptic *******

and some days you just sit
at your table with your
thumbs inside the sleeve of your
yellow sweater and you trace your scars
you made with your razor
in your bedroom when you
thought no one loved you but
I really did

and you never want to
answer when I ask
why or when or how
or who or what
made you cry
but I know that it's why
your eyes are stained blood red

and i don't know if i hate
you because you scar yourself
or love you because
of the way you hide it

and I know that I'm cheap
not gold like in your dreams
but like that old guy who died
once said
find what you love and
let it **** you

and you sure as hell **** me

and you know that thing
that you said about how
things get better but things
also get worse and I don't think
you realize how much that means
because with you nothing ever gets better
it just gets worse and worse and Worse
with a capital W

and finally I hate how you never
use Love with a CAPITAL L
but instead you always
use love like I love him
and I love this and I love
that and I love you but you never
Loved him or Loved this
or Loved that
or Loved me