Why, Can, and Hate; Three Words That Make Love the Way It Is

Why do you do this to me? Why do you open up this can of worms that I’ve worked so hard to keep shut? Why do you tease and torment me so? Why do you confuse me? Why did I have to ask for this? Why did I go looking for it?

In my defense I didn’t know it would end up here, with your heart on the line and mine so close to it. Is this my fault? Is it your fault?

Great another text. Another key to the inner workings of my heart. Another key to the truth that I’m not sure I want you to find. The truth I know your longing for but I’m not sure I can deal with. Can we work this out? Can we be together despite the lies? Despite the pain? Can I trust you again? Do you deserve a second chance?

Damn I hate being confused! I hate that you lied to me! I hate that I don’t know what I want or if I’m ready to fight to make this work! Why can’t love ever be simple?

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