A Conversation With Myself

Because I love you, I hurt you

I pierce your skin with words

And watch as you fall to the floor

Because I love you, I say you are useless

I break you down to build you back up again

You hate me, but I could do so much more

Because I love you, I scare you

From ever being something greater than you are now

You remain the shell of your former self

And drop you from the highest shelf

Of course I put you there, 

for the soul purpose of dropping letting you fall

But I know you'll get up 

And, with broken bones, stand tall

Because I love you,

You tolerate me,

Because you hate me,

I tolerate you

But dear, if you can only see

I'm making your vision clearer

But you hate it when we talk

Because all the words come through the mirror