Should I compare you to a winter's day,
You are so pure but you may turn so cold,
You know you turn my life to disarray,
I'm always wrong but you will never fold.
Sometimes I hate, sometimes I love the pain,
You bring to me when I am under spells,
Amidst your forehead lies a bothered vein,
I bring out, noticing it when you yell.
The stress I cause you trickles down to me,
You love to blame me for our many strifes,
I'm not the person that I vowed to be,
The one you could always trust with your life.
Because you pushed me to the breaking point,
What once could never part is now disjoint.
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