Our love is like meditation under a waterfall when it’s 30 below wearing nothing but a bed sheet

I am a victim of love

You are my killer

Tearing my heart

And stealing my thread

Leaving me helpless to mend it again

You are so cruel

As you string me along

You give me flowers

To put on my grave

You make a deposit

Only to take more away

One minute your sunshine

The next thunder and rain

You are Jackal and Mr. Hyde

An ionic bond I cannot escape

your disposition

Will be the end of me