I love everything about you that hurts.

Analyzing every single thing about you.
Trying to find a flaw.
Hoping.
Thinking maybe if I do, I can let you go.
And it all just makes me fall so much harder.
Makes me fall right back to on my fucking face.
Like I'm hearing your words for the very first time again.
When was that?
Three years ago?
Four?
Two?
I'm so bad with time.
But it doesn't matter.
I didn't love you back then.
I really didn't care at all.
And I hear the same words I did then.
In the same way.
And now there's something extraordinary about them.
They didn't change.
You didn't change.
But I see you in a new way now.
And I know you could crush me with your voice.
Make me or break me, the choice is yours.
Because I hang on every last word.
You could write it better than I ever felt it.
And I love/hate you for it.