What's It? . a poem TW: mature themes What's it? You mess up and beg me to stay but I mess up and you push me away. ... You hate me you love me you can't stand the thought of me. I hate you I love you I can't stand the thought of you. ... But still I ask and still you too What's the deal of being us two? We're so similar but we're so different. And now our distancing is way too deliberate. ... Could I find you as it was at the beginning before the faux. ... Will you leave me? Once again if I can't find a way to mend our loose ends? And I'm sorry but it's not all my fault that we crumbled like cookies no frosting aboard. ... I'm still waiting for you to try as much as I have before we run dry ... And if it keeps going like this I don't know if I can taking the miss. Could you stop it? I'm already 4vrtlng I've had enough so far we can't start reverting ... So just leave let me fall You could give me more by giving me less. And it makes me crave aIc040I The further down it is the less I must evermore.
