I love thee.

You say that like it’s a good thing.
As though you don’t know what it implies
Or that it twists me and  the knife deeper inside
I feel so numb, I can barely breath
I try to vent and set the focus
Only there’s something blocking
Blocking the perfect picture I mean to seize
But you, you just can’t see
That what you do just messes with me
I don’t mean to stress the point
But it’s not petty problems in my eye
You’ll be the destroyer of me
With your infantile trickery
When you say “I love thee.”