You kill me sometimes,
But it's never the brutal type of kill,

It's the type of kill,
That I would do from my own free will.
The type of kill,
Where you're making me happy, smiling like it's the only thing I can do,
Smiling like an idiot for some btch I love, like you.

Missing some of your presence and touch,
Missing it all more than a bit.
Saying I hate you so much,
Yet, your still making me feel that little rush.

It's undefinable, but it feels so happy, peaceful and pure.
Btch, I love you,
I'm stupid I know for sure.

But is it my fault I feel like this?
Btch, making me feel some bliss.
Even though right now, there's not much I can do to repay,
Or have somthing I'm able to say,
Btch, I want to be with you all the time, for all days gone by.
I love you so much my darling
♡