You say you love summer, but you put on loads of sunscreen.
You say you love winter, but you put on a coat every day.
You say you love spring, but you stay inside.
You say you love autumn, but you never stop and admire the falling leaves.
You say you love the ocean, but you only dip your toes at the shore.
You say you love the grass beneath your feet, but you never touch it.
You say you love the clouds, but you hide the moment it gets cloudy.
You say you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains.
You say you love my passion, but you call it impossible to achieve my goal.
You say you love my voice, but you shush me when I talk too much.
You say you love my honesty, but your expression dims when you get a hard truth.
You say you love my laugh, but you are the first to make it go away.
You say you love my compassion, but you scold me when I forgive others.
You say you love my loyalty, but you test it with silly games.
You say you love my past, but you use it against me during arguments.
You say you love my humour, but you get offended when the joke is for you.
You say you love my body, but you ask me to cover up every time we leave the house.
You say you love my kindness, but you take advantage of it.
You say you love my soul, but you don't know how to take care of it.
You say you love my future, but you refuse to help me build it.
You say you love my heart, but you keep it on a shelf.
You say you love my company, but you always leave me alone.
You say you love my energy, but you drain it.
You say you love my story, but you skip the chapters.
You say you love my texture, but you try to smooth my edges.
You say you love my unique flavour, but you add your own spices.
You say you love my melody, but you change the key.
You say you love my curiosity, but you call it being nosy.
You say you love my happiness, but you dim it.
You say you love my sadness, but you never comfort me.
You say you love my anger, but you tell me to calm down.
You say you love my peace, but you start the wars.
You say you love my cooking, but you always order takeout.
You say you love my driving, but never let me do it.
You say you love my family, but you criticize them.
You say you love my friends, but you always shoo them away.
You say you love my job, but you tell me to quit.
You say you love my present, but you're always caught up somewhere else,
You say you love my independence, but you make me feel lonely for it.
You say you love my dependence, but you tell me to grow up.
You say you love my hair, but you bring me to the hairdresser every 2 weeks.
You say you love my natural skin, but you point out every imperfection.
You say you love my makeup, but you say I look better without it.
You say you love my night self, but you fall asleep first.
Which is why,
When you say "I love you",
I get scared.
