Torn

June 10, 2014

I hate you. I love you.

I don't want you, but I need you.

My bestfriend or my worst enemy?

My secret keeper or my lie teller?

I hate you, I use to love you.

I hate that I use to love you.

I want you, But I can't.

It isn't fair to be torn,

It isn't fair I warn.

I hate you, I love you.

I hate that I love you.

I hate you for ever telling me,

"I love you"

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