Pomegranate
I don't know why I still think you're worth my time
You have made me cry for so many nights
You get angry so easily
And it hurts
I want to say I hate you
I fucking despise you
But I don't
And I don't think I ever will
Even when at times you've made me think about going to sleep and never waking
I love you
Even when you’re bitter and sour
I love you
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