Another bad love poem

It hurts,

the way you let me flirt,

without any real emotion

when this love has my full devotion.

I love you,

but I hate it too.

That's why I had my life

devoted to a knife.

It was easy,

and this makes me just queezy.

Note from Alex:

I rhymed. It was actually fun.

BTW, I never used a knife.