I asked if you were trying to make me hate you
and you replied "maybe"
it's funny because
I've been trying to make you feel something for me
maybe love or desire,
but mostly hate
I wish you could despise me
it would be easier
to throw the blame on me
a blanket not warmed by another body
heated instead by the ire that you held for me
but we're in limbo
and still you hold me
each of us wanting something that neither can give
please don't touch me
and I won't touch you
even if I want to
and we'll get over it
we will.
we will get over it.
I swear that I'll get over it.