Trying To Fix This Mess

I love to hate you
It brings me immense joy
Like a child receiving a new toy
Or on a trip to the zoo
I know that you hate me too
Perhaps this is a type of ploy
You are behaving like a spoiled boy
But I know not what to do
I’ve tried to play nice
Though nothing I do is right
Now it’s your turn, roll the dice
See if you can fix our plight
I wish you could be civil
And forget all the hostility
I’m trying to fix the drizzle
To the best of my ability