Invisibly Circular

O Y O Y.
Oh why Oh why.

I've been living in a circle with you but it had been a fun maze.
I wake up this way and I go to bed that way, as usual.
I forgive you and I love you.
Then I expect you and I hate you.
And again I will forgive you and I will love you.
Well, maybe then I will expect you less and I hate you less.
Yes, oh yes, now I will really forgive you and I will really love you.
Hey, but somewhat, I go... Really? Seriously.
Oh why, oh why?
And somehow I find my way back to hate you.

It's not that it hasn't been fun.
It's not that it hasn't been touching.
But as thrilling the ride can be,
we and I always see ourselves back in the same sphere.
Baby, I no longer enjoy sauntering in rounds of thoughts.
I get dizzzy, I get confused.
I get so tired.

Milo no longer cure me.
Sitting on the sofa at night doesn't help me.
Chocolate is now bitter to me.

I'm no different.
I guess I destroyed the magic.
There, the one I have verbally explained but non-verbally promised.

I will have to fry myself on the bed for 2 hours.
Again and every night.
I'm tired of not being.

But you know what's the best part?
I write this post and I will.
Go back.
To forgiving you.

And so.
Circle and circle and circle and circle...

End; I love you, baby.