Wrong and Right

you make me angry, you make me feel guilty of things i have never thought about.  You make my heart race every time you touch me. 

You are something I cannot explain with words, I’m done with you but you are not done with me. 

your voice torments my very soul and every time I hear your voice my knees get weak. 

i do not love you, I despise you.  You are wicked in the sense that makes me want to sing without reason. 

I hate the way your beautiful brown eyes can stare into my soul. 

but you’ve never actually touched me in a loving way, never spoken to me with care, never even looked at me for who I truly am. 

I am dying by your side and you’re stealing my life with every punch and every bruise I am given, yet I am willing to give you another chance in order for you to live.