Unraveling fate like a sweater is a dangerous thing,
You are the thread and I am a swing.
Constantly back and forth, flying through the air,
Torn up with depression and worried with care.
You're the worst person but in my dreams I kiss your cheek,
Love is for the wild and hate's for the meek.
I'll cut my knees on the street again, your avenue,
"I ******* hate your everything." "Darling, I love you, too."