You claim to hate me when I love you the most. Messed up toxic love is what we chose. Thought you were close. You'd push me mentally I'd shove you as you hit me. I storm off as you follow. Then false hopes hit me to the bottle. You'd lock yourself in the bathroom as I hit the doors. I'm screaming I still love you more.
My darling I apologize but we can't keep telling more lies. With your new potential crush you hide. Then my false love notes to you expire into the garbage. But it still give me hope do to you reading them before you throw it away.
Now I'm daydreaming in a corner for my love to you to decay.