Your True Color. Poem by Derrick Andrews

I love you, I hate you.
Sometimes I can't decide.
Which path on which we walk, and if it happens to divide.

I've never thought you weren't the one, despite a fight or two.
I've never thought that I'd want to be with anyone but you.

But sometimes life just won't co-op, and you just can not win.
And I just hate that sense of rage when you so smugly grin.

Sometimes I think you're playing games, sometimes I think you're true.
But only when we argue, can I see your truest hue.