If I claim that I hate you,
I lied.
if I claim I did not need you,
I do not speak the truth.
At the same time when I would be tempted to hit your left hand,
I would be tempted to cuddle on the right.
Why life was supposed to bring you in front of me and my life
if you were not supposed to stay on?
Why do I have the feeling that you do care about me
even if you could not love me? or even yourself ..