The Cold Keeps Me Warm

I love your hate for me.

I wear it proud to be..

Thoughts of mine weigh your mind.

Days without a thought for mine.

I love that you crave my every flaw.

Given this hate to never withdrawal.

I love these moments that we chase.

I love that we have no place.

I love that you won’t let me have you.

All awhile you want me to have you.

I hate that I love your antipathy.

That need for cold dark apathy.

We will apart together this to be.

For I be as far apart from me.

I love that hate for me.

Wear it proud on me.

Can I hate the love in me?

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