Loving you, Hating you

I feel like I’m with you,

I feel like I can’t be.

I feel like the moon is caving on my soul,

That you have my heart in your hands, watching in beat,

Then breaking it.

I love you,

I hate you.

At least I want to.

I know you see me,

I know you know I’m here.

But why don’t you seem to care?

The End

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