I hate it...

I hate the way that you're so cold,

And how you look down upon me,

For being bold,

I hate that you're so silent,

Never raising your voice,

Even when they get violent,

I hate that we're just friends,

That someone else holds you heartstrings,

At the very ends,

I hate how you get mood swings,

That they only happen with me,

Then you treat them like kings,

But if you ever lost those traits,

I don't know what I'd do,

Because then it just wouldn't be you.