Bitter You make me bitter,
bitter because I can't have you.
Bitter because I don't desereve you.
You make me question,
question everything I've come to except.
Question how well I know my self.
You make me love you,
love everything about you.
Love the way you love me.
You make this hard,
hard because I feel I can't breath when we speak.
Hard because I want what can't be mine.
No,
I made myself bitter.
I made myself question what I had come to except, expect,
and I fell in love with you.
I'm making this hard on myself,
but I can't let you go.
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