i am too needy
too emotional
i react too quickly
sometimes without thought
i can be too harsh
with words that
could cut through
even hearts made of stone
i can make you bleed
without meaning to
i can offer my hand
then take it back
without warning
i can hold you
dearly, intimately
then drop you
so suddenly
i could lift you up
or pull you down
i could be
the sweetest little thing
and in the next breath
i could turn
into a vile minx
i could build you up
or i could ruin you
i could make you laugh
but then again
i could also
bring you to tears
i could make you
feel oh so glad
you found me
and in the next turn
make you
wish you never met me
i could be the one
but i could also
turn out to be
just one of many

i am not nice
although i seem to be
i am as bad, as manipulative
as bitter, as hateful
as anyone else

i am no angel
just the opposite, maybe