whiplash

 You make me want to rip my skin off and crawl out of my body
You make me want to rip your clothes off and invite you in.
You make me so happy, I want to leave the state, change my number, and possibly create a new identity.
Only to come home, call you, and reassume my old self.
When I see you, I want to scream and run.
Sometimes, into your arms and sometimes as far away from you as I can possibly get.
You make me cry myself to sleep, make me feel indifferent about our love, think youre a terrible human being, and then call you to say goodnight.