The being of Misery - Me

Every time we speak,
You tell me of how bad your life can be,
You make me a being of pure misery!

You wonder why I disappear,
It’s because your feelings are never truly here!

You speak of how our time together was a blast,
I tell you “Hey it twas a time in the past”
Then I realize,
These memories are just a cast,

You wonder why I cry,
Truly you make me die,

I beg and plead,
“Why not remake our memories?”
Still you love him,
The article of once a dirty deed

I tell you this,
You are as emotional as a dirty little wish,

So I cry,
So I die,
I wonder “Hey what could it be?”
Is it hate?
Is it love?

Or just my blatant Misery?