I do. I do not.

I like you. I do not love you. 

You collect my secrets, siphoning them from me. 

I collect your cares, and arrange them artfully. 

I care about you. I do. I do not love you. I do not.

You put me aside when it doesn't really matter, and when it does. 

I put you aside only when it matters most that I don't lose myself in you.

I find amusement with you. I do. I do not love you. I do not. 

You wrap your arms around her and it hurts me. 

I wrap my arms around myself as I struggle not to cry out for help and that hurts me too.

I envy you. I do. I do not love you. I do not.

You wage your indifference on the world.

I drink my emotional cocktail myself and try to keep inside of me.

I pity you. I do. I do not love you. I do not.

You hide yourself because God good forbid they give you help.

I hide myself because I know no one can help me.

I get angry at you. I do. I do not love you. I do not. 

You are cruel and vindictive because you like it that way.

I am cruel and vindictive to try keep those that would harm me away.

I understand you. I do. I do not love you. I do not. 

You have a soft heart that you try and callus.

I have a soft heart I've been working to defend.

I wonder at you. I do. I do not love you. I do not. 

You hide your pain so none may gain.

I broadcast my pain to distribute its reign.

I admire you. I do. I do not love you. I do not.

You are pale with eyes ice blue.

I am pale with eyes a muddy brown hue.

I lust for you. I do. I do not love you. I do not.