Pull-Push

I'm so ... nice and sweet
I'm angry and cold
You so ... want me here
You want me to go

Write me love letters
Write me a hate rant
Really, moody much?
(- tantrum slices slant)

Go on, call me names
'Cause I mute at will
Opened up my life 
But kept secrets, still

Say I self-pity
- that's a load that's full
You wallow in it,
Hypocritical 

All that's wrong with me
- is people like you,
who make me confused
Pull me close to you
And how you love me
Tick-tock, five seconds
And how you judge me
Push me away, it's a mind game - cliché,
Manipulate emotions and betray
Lash out - you don't want anyone to stay
You intentionally hurt, make it play

My phone will have no answer
As mail, return to sender
No more of your whiplash mock
Straight to spam, delete and block

© Kay Irvin