Maybe it's Me

A Poem by ExposedSiren

I'm a part-time Sociopath, or so I've been told.

I love you.
My heart hurts, and
I want you to fix it.

I hate you.
I despise your vanity, and
I want you to change.

I need you.
When I'm near you,
We're magnetic.

I can't look at you.
I know the way you see the world around you, and
I want you to see it differently.

I miss you.
The hardest part of this is the silence, and
Even just hearing your breathing would be enough.

I think you suck,
and that you fucked my world up, and
I want to not feel this way.

I'm glad you're gone...

Or so I keep telling myself.