I Gotta Do It. Poem by Carrie Everett

How can I love you
Even as I hate you?
Your dark, sensual eyes, warm hands,
smart elect attitude...
You NEVER stay in good spirits with me!
It's like you choose the days we fight.
All week, you act okay.
Then, on Fridays you don't play.
You're so rude and mean.
I just don't see how I coulda fell in love with you!
It's like you're totally different.
A few months ago, you were so aggressive, sensual, sexual, mature.
But ever since we got caught and I missed those last 3 days,
You have been weak, whimpy, distant, and immature.
I dont know what to do!
Half the time, you're giveing me the sexual looks,
The other times, you're being a butt.
Either way I get Screwed.
And you know you do it, every time.
So, it's over huney.
I'm SICK of this.
It's time for a break
So I can get a little rest.