dead wrong

Just some poetry I wrote on the fly...

You thought it was hate but it's the exact opposite.
     I want it more then ever but have to remain cognizant.
It's love to the point of pain.
        It's a deep sickening feeling that drives me insane
You keep my optimism strong and encourage me
      All I have is adoration in the highest degree.
And in the end it was you who thanked me
      I said a stupid, "You're welcome" that felt like good bye.
I've said it before, I'll say it again, it's always worth a try. 

If thoughts could kill, I'd already be dead.
   And if love was always right, I'd never be wrong.
No one can tell us what might be ahead.
   Just know if the time comes I've loved you all along.

With so much to say that I've said before,
     it begs the question why do it anymore? 
Rhetorical question my friend,
     I do it because I don't want it to end.