You make me scream,
You make me cry.
I cut myself up,
With every lie.
At the end of the day,
After endless despair,
You frustrate me to the point,
Of tearing out my hair.
Even though I love you,
You're a human frustration.
I ball up my fist,
After each conversation.
I'm close to tears,
And a heart attack.
Yet each date,
I'm crawling back.
These little imperfections,
Are my ace card.
I want to hate you,
But it's too hard.
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