Hate and Love

I hate him.

He can’t let me be sad.
He won’t let me craw to my corner
so I can wait for my problem
to leave.

He talks to me to
make me forget the pain
that I have and I need
to feel.

He smiles at me.
He gives off a childish expression
that show his happiness to get me
to smile.

He makes the room spin
and my heart beats fast
or it slows down for me
to breathe.

He tells me that he loves me.
He tells me that I’m the perfect one
for him, and I am what causes him
to live.

He holds me close
and I can feel his warmth
and he helps my mind
to relax.

I hate him and this love.
I hate him because he made me this way
and taught me how
to love.