They say normal is boring,

But dysfunctional is not fun.

Our hugs and nice talks are luring,

But inevitably we end up roaring.

I can’t give up on you because in the end you claim that your love is outpouring,

But you take away my trust, my faith, right as it is finally restoring.

———

I love you,

I hate you,

I can’t choose between the two.

You lift me up to the sky, 

but then you make me so blue.

Your shackles do nothing but make me yearn for escape

You make the look in my eyes scream like ticker tape

Saying I’m unhappy, I’m lost, I have nowhere to turn

And I am to blame when you’re put in your urn.