What do you think of htis poem

Question

one day you say

"i hate her"

you call her names

and talk about her

behind her back

The next day you say

"i love her"

you tell her you love her

and that youll always be

there for her

you shed tears

for the pain she causes you

yet embrace her

when you cause her pain back

why do you do it

when you know she'll

never be there for you

why do you do it

when shes the one

who threw you to the ground and

yold you to get over yourself

I need a last stanza can any one help

Answer 1

I won't give you a last stanza, but maybe one of my poems on that subject can help..

I love you.

That's what she said.

And although most of our relationship was dead,

If it wasn't in the bed.

I believed it.

I held our goals for staying together and looked to achieve it.

I'll never leave you.

That's what she said.

And while her arm was entwined with mine

And every night we would dine on both s*x and wine

I trusted her word.

I was reassured.

I don't know.

That's what she said.

The famous answer to my question of where this was going,

Her answer had my pen hitting the paper flowing

Because now I would have to go on knowing

It was going downhill in a deep descent.

She had leased my heart and didn't pay the rent.

I'm tired.

That's what she said.

Well, I realized

After wiping my eyes

That I was tried too.

I was tired of listening to you.

Letting you make the moves and telling me what to do.

I hate you.

That's what she said.

And to end with such a blow

Cause my mind to start a grind that resulted in this flow.

It is the greats that fall the hardest and I have suffered the hardest pain.

So, now I punch my ticket off to death as I board that one-way train.

-Taylor Mickal

---OR----

I'd love to hate her

Because I hate that I love her.

See...it's a love hate relationship.

I hate the way she talks to me.

But I love that s**y voice.

I hate it when I get lost in her eyes.

But I don't have a choice.

I hate it when we argue

Almost every time we meet.

But my eyes never argue with her,

From her head down to her feet.

I love the way her lips taste.

I just can't seem to get enough.

I can't settle for any other pair.

The rest are just too rough.

But I love the way she smiles.

I love the way she laughs.

I just hate the way she took that knife,

And cut my heart in half..

-Taylor Mickal

--OR--- (last one)

You're learning to ride your bike on two wheels.

The next minute you're on the ground crying, because you hate the way it feels.

You're cutting the cake as you make thirteen.

And an hour later, you wonder how she can be so mean.

You're college-bound, and you're parents are so proud.

And yet, the screaming in your heart, has never been so loud.

On to middle age, now, and still no bride.

You've sacrificed everything for her, and now comes your pride.

Your hair has grayed, and you're still on your own.

So much for those who said you wouldn't be alone.

And now, as you ease into the shadow of death,

You wish she would've been there, to take your final breath.

-Taylor Mickal

Answer 2

lacks any real insight, almost juvenile in approach. Poor rhythm and doesn't hold any interest. Can't see why anyone would find this even remotely engaging