Love makes me mad
Love prances like a deer when she gets her way
Love can be really stupid
Love strolled into Friday morning, acting like he’d like to be anywhere but here
Love never shows up on time
Love always calls at the worst of times
Love says the wrong things at the wrong time
Love says really hurtful things when she’s mad
Love yells
Love doesn’t let herself cry until she’s locked in her room
Love would rather stay quiet than ask for help
Love pretends that she knows what’s going on with me when she doesn’t
Love asks me how I am doing, but I don’t think love cares
Love never asks the right question
Love doesn’t let me in
Love hates that I am so loud
Love hates it more when I go quiet
Love has not realized that she will never know the real me
Love realizes that I fear becoming a river, I never know when to stop pouring out
Love despises that I don’t know that peach and champagne white go together
Love placed ducks and frogs all around my house on Christmas, I found one in June
Love has repressed memories that I remember clearly
Love can’t not see liquor stores when she is driving
Love has my phone number blocked, but my Instagram added
Love pretends that he knows exactly who he is
Love looks at me like I’m not something that needs to be fixed, but someone to be healed
Love hates that I can’t see that about myself
Love always has two mismatched socks
Love holds me like a stranger trying to remember why they walked into the room."
I swear that sometimes, Love hates me
And worst of all, I know Love doesn't
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