Always for a reason bigger than both of us. I cannot adjust these attributes you're so intent on changing. The more I ask for you to just love me as I am, the further you draw away. Like running towards the ocean when the waves are receding then having them crash right into you once you're leaving... its the way you cause me to feel.
The only way you cause me to feel.
The only feeling you're accustomed to causing. Perhaps the only custom you're causing yourself to feel?
You hate to love yourself but you love to hate me.