Its not that i hate you.
You're okay.
Its just that everytime you come around
I feel like a particle in on top of a
vertical circle
The tension and weight pulling me down
traversing the orbit you have set for me
to follow.
Accelerating particles like me towards you
the center.
But who am i to break free from the string
of gratitude that i am forever
bounded to.
Because in some way
you have brought me to this top.

And in this world where we exist
Its the movement that matters
And not the force