Frustration

You frustrate me. Your presence alone frustrates my brain, Thinking without you, i might actually go insane. And i hate how i keep thinking the same, "He's different," my heart again starts to proclaim... You frustrate my hands... With every word i write, my mind somehow misunderstands— From "hate" to "love", from "wants", to "demands" I have no idea anymore, where my heart really stands... You start to make me feel i might be good enough, You make me believe in things i always thought was a bluff. You start to make me think that i might be tough, You make me happy when this cruel life makes things even more rough. In some weird way, i admit you make me happy... You make me feel loved, not just an "accessory." You might have made things better accidentally, But somehow, in some way,  I'm glad you frustrate me.