I'm in writer's block. Abstract

Make me something. Mold me. Shape Me. I'm yours.
Make me nothing. Tear me. Rape me. I'm yours.
I can't write because of you.
I can write because of you.
Bleed. Cry. I fucking hate you.
No. I fucking love you.
My burden. My blessing.
What am I? I'm just jamming words into a keyboard.
What do I write?
About how much i hate you?
Or how much i love you?
You fucking bitch.
You fucking queen.
Take me to heaven.
Take me to hell.
Spit in my face, and then give me a towel to wipe it off.
Put a knife through my chest and surgically remove it.
fuck you. i can't stand you.
i can't get enough.
im a masochist.
destroy me. tear me limb from limb.
i know youll rebuild me.
murder me. i know youll revive me.
no matter how bad it gets. no matter what we do.
you end up back on my line, saying "i love you".
and you promise me the sun, the moon, and the stars.
the fucking universe. and the wheel spins again.