You infuriate me.
I feel like kissing you
And hitting you
All at the same time.
I love you.
And yet I hate you.

I've wondered why,
Oh-so-many times.
The only conclusion
To which I have come,
Is that you solely are,
A contradiction.

You're gentle,
Yet strong.
Hard working,
Yet lazy.
Openhearted,
Yet shut up inside.

I love you,
And all your contradictions.
But the greatest contradiction
As of yet is that,
You make me sad and angry
Yet at the same time I melt.