I Don't Even Like You

You speak with poetry on the tip of your tongue:
The kinds of words that make a hungry soul like mine melt.
I keep you in the back of my mind, and there you'll stay.
You finish the sentences of my heart when my mouth forgets what to say.

I hate you, I miss you, I can't get enough.
One match, and I'm a forest of dry pine set ablaze.
You burn through my darkest nights,
Helpless in a way that I don't even want to fight.

You tell me you love me, you say I'm the one.
I'm a bottle on a fence post, and you're the mother fucking gun.