Hate Love

They say me and my girl have a love hate relationship,
but I don't love hate.
What they don't appreciate
is that my mind she stimulates
and when we get intimate,
my fears she decimate
with words like...
I love you,
And I would get poetic and say some shit like
 I love you too, yes that's times two,
How do I love you,
trying to count the ways,
I won't deny that I hate love some days,
And I hate her and some ways
And the tricks love plays,
For each argument a fine my soul pays,
Losing me with each moment that an argument waste,
And I hate love, not her,
Like when she get upset
because of something I'll forget,
and for days she'd up and get vex
And I'd hating love and love loses respect
But earns it back in the make-up sex,
a hateful love that's so simply complex,
and outsiders looking in always get perplexed,
trying to categories, and have us marginalized,
not seeing what I see looking into her eyes,
so they use stereo types to access our lives
but need to realize that love isn't always wise.
So I hate love,
because I was seeking perfection,
but fell in love with imperfection
knowing love carries its own implications,
Creating impaired vision,
While preying on emotions
 evoking beep affection
so yes I love her but hate love for all its sweetly cruel intentions.

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