The latest of my series of horribly neatly-structured poems. Feedback and ratings are welcome I guess, though I know it isn't great :/
You drag me in, you push me out, so tell me why I should care.
I try and I fail to figure you out, and pine when you aren't there.
I hate that I love you - I mean it; it's like a drug, a scar self-inflicted;
It hurts, the more I need it - obsessed. Possessed. Addicted.
I'm dizzy from this circle of gloom - sick of the disappointment I face.
Do I tell you this sentence of doom, or stay here
In my inferior, perpetual place?