No one else
can infuriate me so
and still enrapture
my bleeding heart.

You drive me insane, to
the brink of it. You make me want
to tear out my hair,
or find a crowbar,
and smash in your lights. And
you make me wild
with every motion.

I hate you.

I like you.

I love you.

You magnificent paradox,
you black hole,
you thing that goes bump in
the pitch black night.

I love you.

I tolerate you.

I hate you.

And I'll never forget you.