I love the man that I hate
Sometimes I love you because you are a dream, a myth, a desire, a feeling, a challenge, my strength, my king
Sometimes I hate you because you are a devil, a trick, a fire, a killer, my anger, the reason for my fists, so mean
I want to love you but seem to keep hating you, I want to make you into the perfect plan
I want to love you but I keep on debating on whether this matrimony will stand
I love you so much but I find that loving you means hating myself
I hate you so much sometimes but could not stand to see you with someone else
but could I after weighing out pros and cons where we are right now compared to where we are from
would I be able to bare you in the arms
of someone who could keep you warm
or warmer than me,
Sometimes I love you so much because you are a friend, a provider, a real man, my joy, and my strength
Sometimes I hate you so much because you're still a man, a liar, a scam, a wild boy, and my accident
I want to love you but somehow I end up hating everything that you represent
I want to love you but somehow I keep feeling that the two of us were not meant
So you ask if I could stand to see you with someone else
Well, I could not stand to see her with the man the I Love
but the man that I hate she keep all of him to her self
all the fussing and fighting, the secrets and lying, all the nights filled with crying and my heart filling like it's dying
she can have him cause I dont need that mess
it kills my spirit and positive thinking and make me feel like I am less
like I dont deserve a good man, I dont deserve to be catered, I dont deserve to be trusted, I dont deserve to have a purpose
but the man that I love i will fight for his heart, nothing will tear us apart, nothing will come in between, because that man is too smart
to let some one stand in my shoes
his love for me can never be bruised, and to him I am too good to be abused, mistrusted, and lied to, I am too good to get yelled at, stomp, and treat like an excuse
that man is too soft to hurt me, desert me, draw tears to my eyes, and make me feel like my world is tumbling down
that man is my prince in the night, in darkness he's light, my pain he makes light and nothing but love is trickling down
That is sad that I only love half of a man and the other half I can let go
I want to have all of his being, but the other half is killing my soul
Joy for a moment, but hell in the evening, yelling to torment, from choking to bleeding, disagreements unresolved issues of cheating, days of no breathing, to nothing has any meaning, tired of hiding who I am, denied the place where I stand I swear its hard to love that man
and he thinks it's not him
its like one side is cold and the other is hot and I am the temperature the opposite of what ever temperature he is
and sometime we are one regardless of how rare that is
Sometimes I love you because you are a dream, a myth, a desire, a feeling, a challenge, my strength, my king
Sometimes I hate you because you are a devil, a trick, a fire, a killer, my anger, the reason for my fists, so mean
Sometimes I hate you because you are a devil, a trick, a fire, a killer, my anger, the reason for my fists, so mean
I want to love you but seem to keep hating you, I want to make you into the perfect plan
I want to love you but I keep on debating on whether this matrimony will stand
I love you so much but I find that loving you means hating myself
I hate you so much sometimes but could not stand to see you with someone else
but could I after weighing out pros and cons where we are right now compared to where we are from
would I be able to bare you in the arms
of someone who could keep you warm
or warmer than me,
Sometimes I love you so much because you are a friend, a provider, a real man, my joy, and my strength
Sometimes I hate you so much because you're still a man, a liar, a scam, a wild boy, and my accident
I want to love you but somehow I end up hating everything that you represent
I want to love you but somehow I keep feeling that the two of us were not meant
So you ask if I could stand to see you with someone else
Well, I could not stand to see her with the man the I Love
but the man that I hate she keep all of him to her self
all the fussing and fighting, the secrets and lying, all the nights filled with crying and my heart filling like it's dying
she can have him cause I dont need that mess
it kills my spirit and positive thinking and make me feel like I am less
like I dont deserve a good man, I dont deserve to be catered, I dont deserve to be trusted, I dont deserve to have a purpose
but the man that I love i will fight for his heart, nothing will tear us apart, nothing will come in between, because that man is too smart
to let some one stand in my shoes
his love for me can never be bruised, and to him I am too good to be abused, mistrusted, and lied to, I am too good to get yelled at, stomp, and treat like an excuse
that man is too soft to hurt me, desert me, draw tears to my eyes, and make me feel like my world is tumbling down
that man is my prince in the night, in darkness he's light, my pain he makes light and nothing but love is trickling down
That is sad that I only love half of a man and the other half I can let go
I want to have all of his being, but the other half is killing my soul
Joy for a moment, but hell in the evening, yelling to torment, from choking to bleeding, disagreements unresolved issues of cheating, days of no breathing, to nothing has any meaning, tired of hiding who I am, denied the place where I stand I swear its hard to love that man
and he thinks it's not him
its like one side is cold and the other is hot and I am the temperature the opposite of what ever temperature he is
and sometime we are one regardless of how rare that is
Sometimes I love you because you are a dream, a myth, a desire, a feeling, a challenge, my strength, my king
Sometimes I hate you because you are a devil, a trick, a fire, a killer, my anger, the reason for my fists, so mean
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