Troublesome lover

I'm sick of trying, sick of crying,
No matter what I do, it's not enough for you.

Each time I think you love me, you say something that rips every part of me.
Why can't we work, why can't we just be happy and in love,
sometimes I hate you, I hate you so much more than any of the above.

But that's just the thing the hate eventually goes away,
because I'm reminded of how good you are to me everyday.

Some days it's amazing others it's untrue,
I can't understand why I just can't seem to be right with you.

It's like a puzzle that doesn't quite fit well,
the pieces are all there but so is the unfitting pain as well.

When we reach the end of the puzzle piece the end result is a masterpiece,
until then I'll remain troublesome and lost in you.
I can't win, but I definitely know that I can't live without you.