Because it is so easy for me,
To give it in baskets handwoven.
In mason jars filled to the brim.
It is so easy to be in love with you.
It is so easy to love you.
Yet so hard to feel loved by you.

Love holds me in this noose,
One that I can't undo.
I hate love.
I love loving you.
I wish I felt you loved me like you say you do.