I love you?

I'm the curse? You? Weak too? Worst, seeped thru. Hurts? Me too. We're we two?? Never destined, just teach a lesson, love leaves impression...you're perfect, me? Worth it. Heaven or hell? Who knows? Truth shows...Love with you, like perfect stew..on the coldest of days, loved you in the boldest of ways...Now us feels , oldish in frays, thinkin' who caves???? Not me bitch, you're BEwitched, now I'm hopin' your mouth NEeds stitched...You'll never lock these lips, treat you like Rocky, trick, smash you in the face with Gordon Bombay's hockey stick...You were fine with me, now you're getting the Flyin' V right behind your broken knee. Fuck with me. Word to the Mighty Ducks I hope Ninety Trucks, run over each bone in your body, call up some blonde hottie, to bring you back to life so I can use you as a sacrifice, then get blown by that bitch in the lobby...of your hospital, tape your eyes open to see you're broken, while I'm used as a popsicle...in my life you're just another obstacle..True love like any good drug, will kill you...So I'll kill you in the worst way, meet another, fall in love, first day, and end up perfect in the worst way...At least for you, so believe it's true when I say me n you will be thru til you see it true. Bitch.