Up, down, and thrown around is my hopes for being with you.

You use me and play me, almost on the daily. Yet somehow I still only care for you.

To see you smile, happy, laughing was all I ever wanted.

A thousand times a day I want to scream, " I hate you,  I HATE you,  I HATE YOU!"

yet the only sound that escapes my lips seems to be "I love you. "