what are we going to do about this?

We have a sick relationship you and me. One that I can’t be fucked to try and understand anymore. One that would baffle even Sigmund Freud. We knowingly feed off each other’s weaknesses. We cannot seem to maintain a consistent pattern in our behaviour towards one another.
Are you afraid of growing old?
Are you afraid of me?
Because sometimes I hate you so much I can’t bear it. Sometimes I love you so much I can’t bear it.
But most of all, I want your attention. I crave it more than anything.