Fickle

L oving you one minute then I'm hating you the very next
O penly hostile then I'm lovingly telling you you're the best
V ivaciously flirting then a cold shoulder, now watch me brood
E verything about you I adore or it irritates depending on my mood
A voiding your eye contact, the next minute my eyes say "Come to bed"
N ot feeling content until I've punished you or gotten inside your head
D oing things to make you hate me then reeling you in with my charms
H ating to be touched, but then yearning to be cuddled in your arms
A llowing you your views only to turn around and tell you your wrong
T elling you "I hate you" but deep down I know with you I truly belong
E ndless night of 'make up sex' and thats what keeps us strong.