There are a million ways to say I love you,
A thousand ways to say I love you too.
And there are a million ways to say I hate you,
And a thousand ways to say I hate you too.
This poem has nothing to do with either,
But both are needed to write it.
When you speak,
Your words stab me like knives.
I wish you'd just shutup for once,
Because I'm out of tears to cry.
Damn your pride,
Damn your stupidity.
And Damn me for ever thinking you loved me.
There are a million ways to say I hate you,
And I know you hate me too.
And then you do something wonderful.
And you wipe away my tears.
Just being in your arms is soothing,
And it takes away my fears.
Why'd you have to go and be mister hero again?
I hate it when you do this to me, just when I'm sure it's the end.
Love's a vicious cycle,
And it'll tear you apart.
Love's a roller coaster ride,
That leaves you with a broken heart.
All the same,
I love you,
And you know that it's true.
There are a million ways to say I love you,
And I know you love me too.
-Bulma