I’m sorry
I’m having another bad day.
My tongue is twisted
my words come out
like venom.

I only use my armor when you frighten me.

Stuck in the middle of “I love you” and “I can’t take this anymore.”

These things they come and go
and I mean half of everything I tell you.
I’m half of everything I hate,
and half of anything I create
is you too.
So I start to hate the poems when I hate you