Sometimes (updated)

Sometimes I think I love him.

Sometimes I'm sure I do,

and it kinda feels like drowning,

Except every breathe you take and all the air you swallow won't save you

Sometimes I really hate him.

I can feel the rage building like a forrest fire,

but no matter how much water i choke on the anger always wins

Sometimes I don't think at all.

These times are the best.

Because you can't be disappointed if your heart stays in your chest.