Beth Orton meets my childhood

It can be said
"We only hurt the ones we love,"
And that is true.
Others may harm us
But if they don't love us
Or we them
'Tis but a scratch, a sting.
But those we love
If they cause us harm
'Tis a mortal blow,
Sometimes a fatal wound.
So while I may be able
To absolve Little Miss Chatterbox
Or ignore Little Miss Nosy
Or laugh at Little Miss Bossy
It is Little Miss Sunshine
Who breaks my heart
Into a million pieces
Because she was the one
Who had brought Light
Into my world, i.e. Love.
And when she hurt me
T'was a mortal wound
A fatal blow
She didn't need a reason.

Pansies

There is so much more to life than you
Though you cloud my every thought
Manipulate my every move.
You know how to say just the right thing
To everyone else
You make it abundantly clear whom you love
I am stuck over here in freak land
In a torture room of my own making
I'd like to ask someone for help
To stop loving a person instantaneously
But you are the supreme expert on the subject
And we're not talking.
We're both at this point
Where we have nothing to lose
Because I am incapable of hurting you
The way you have hurt me
And you're incapable of feeling feelings
You self-centered shrew.
Even though I hate you
I wish I could be just like you
And forget I ever knew you
Like you do to me.
But oh if only you read my words
And came running back to me!
Because really, I haven't tortured myself enough
And I would so love a Round 2 with you
Gawd, I see how pathetic I am
You've always known it though
That's just what makes you so freakin great.