Filled with frustration,
Rage through my veins.
Confronting altercation,
In hopes of pain.

Clenching my fist,
This is unlike me.
Creating a twist,
From when I was free.

I'm no longer free,
Looking for conflict.
Why must this be ?
Am I becoming an addict?

You're leaving me out in the cold,  
All alone.
Unloved.

If you weren't so busy hating me,
maybe I could make you fall in love.

*Once Again

Forcing me to stop loving you is like ridding of the emotion altogether.
It can be done, but at the cost of loving no more.

You cry and cry and cry and cry,
But after a while, you stop crying.
It's as if you run out of tears.
Not out of hope , solely tears.
Then again after a while,
You begin to cry some more.
This goes on for some time,
Until you truly can't cry anymore.
You build a resistance, an absence of hope.
Eventually the hope goes away and so does the crying.
Of course this takes time,
But until then it's fine.
Go ahead and cry.