I love to love you.
Then strain to not hate you.
You are so pleasant when you get your way.
Then you become vicious when you don’t.
I am usually so calm, laid back
Why is my face contorted in fury now?
You can be so affectionate.
But your dark side is petty, cold.
I can not be around someone who brings out my dark side.
I suspect your dark side is the real you.