You’re a mixture of quick parts.
One moment you’ll lift me up to the highest cloud, the next moment you’ll plunge me in the deepest core of despair.
Moment when you’ll touch my soul and a moment you’ll draw back as if bees had sprung from a bed of flowers.
A moment when you’ll make me float on in a pool of happiness and the other when you’ll force me down to drown.
Moment when you’ll allow me to have a sip from your cup of bliss but then tick me off like a fly from it.
I want you to tell me what I mean to you genuinely? Because I can’t seem to understand how dead of a human being you had to be to abuse an emotion.
Please save me, because I can’t.
Please leave me, because I can’t.