I like you

     I like you, but I don't want to. You call me names and say mean things, so why do I like you? You lie to me and barely speak to me, your always with your friends and never with me, so why do I like you? It must be the way you look at me and hold me when no one is around. The way you kiss me and whisper "I love you". I want to leave you, but I like you.