Cure
You sent me a prayer,
a sweet poem,
and told me a joke
when I yelled at you.
You took me for a walk,
held my hand,
talked when I was silent,
shook me when I was quiet,
even though I had asked you,
I had begged you
to leave me alone.
You watched me crying,
losing my control,
thinking about giving up,
and patiently you tried to comfort me
and to show me I could handle this.
You sent me flowers,
and I sent you to hell.
You wrote me letters,
and I never responded.
There wasn't one single day
when I wanted you to go away
that you didn't stay around.
I hated you that you weren't me,
I hated you for being happy,
I hated you for understanding,
and when I hated you most
you just loved me best.
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