hate you wip
everything reminds me of you,
southern summer nights,
and the cool foggy morning breeze.
It's a delicate feeling
cause when the sun burns through the clouds
the fragile night dies with it.
My mind can't decide what to do with you.
Tossing and turning in my sleep,
I can't decern what you're feeling.
You're so f***ing confusing
We're so f***ing confusing.
This constant mood swings,
crashing and rising.
Loving and hating.