I pull you close to me
Close enough to smell your freshly washed hair
And just close enough to push you away
After I bury my face into your fabric-softened clothing.
We are a perfect sketch of the phrase,
I hate you, don't leave me
I use my open palms to pound your chest
Trying to get you to uncling to me
But you hold on still
Tightening your grip with every weak blow
I punch you and scream in my mind
I love you, I need you, don't walk away
But my actions show just the opposite of this
As I throw a fit of fists and kicking shouting pain
Move on, you don't love me
As you speak those three words
I shake my head and don't believe