kryptonite

I thought I was okay. I can be a bitch on the phone, I can be a bitch to you online, I can even talk shit about you and mean it. Then you show up on my doorstep. I can't be mean to the face that I still love. You see straight through me and give me a hug. You drove 8 hours just to say hello. I hate you, I love you, I miss you. You can't keep doing this to me. I can't keep letting you do this to me. The next time you decide to drive across 3 states to see me, it needs to be forever, or it needs to be goodbye.