I hate that I love you,
and I know you hate it too.
Because it seems like
all we want to do,
is forget about me and you.
When you break my heart
you tell me to give you another chance,
that you can do better this time.
I hate that I love you,
because I accept everything you do.
But even then…
You take my kindness for granted,
make me feel single handed.
What you can't see
is that it's only a minimum of pain,
I can be demanded.
When you act like you don't care
it's so hard to sit,
and watch you stare.
You'll always have a place,
in my heart.
Even when it seems,
we have grown far apart.
You can't go anywhere,
you were there from the start
I hope I have a place,
somewhere too.
Because it hurts,
to say I love you.