I don't want to hate you, but you make it so damn hard
Everyday is a struggle, I move close, you push away
Like a fortress in your heart, excuses like arrows piercing my desire
Why can't you take a compliment, advise or help?
Why do you have to be so guarded, so tough and defensive?
I can't help but wonder, was it something I did, something I said
But you were like this before we even met
Yet I know you weren't a baby, silent in its crib, rejecting mother's milk
You were helpless like the rest of us, dependant, vulnerable
What could have happened in that space, how deep was the knife in your back
Some wounds don't heal, the cut too deep, the memory burned permanently
You crave attention, you're loud, overbearing, obnoxious
You're sensitive, defensive, callous and biting
But I still love you, I always will
Even if you don't.
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