I hate you.
I despise you,
Yet, I still love you.
Not because I want to.
I feel a black storm within;
It devours and weakens my senses.
I’m like a blindfolded man who walks astray
in hopes to see the light of a day.
He who is blind convinces himself he lives in light.
Strange how I could feel towards you.
You are supposed to be my sunshine,
yet you’re a dark-clouded sky.
You are truly the calm before the storm.
I’m torn apart; who to trust?
Jealousy is indeed a lousy beast,
and if you could tame it,
then I grant you my soul to take it.
Now, that you know what I am;
I have one question to ask:
Do you ever wonder if you’re willing to bear with me?