Permanent Marker

Go ahead. Criticize me. Yell at me. Call me names. Make me cry.
Don't care about me or how you make me feel. It's okay.
I still love you. I can't forget. I don't understand.
Why do you appear somewhere in every thought I have?
And why is it that no matter how much I can remember the good days,
and in so much detail too, all I want to do when I think about you is cry.
No matter how much I love you, and no matter how much you can make me smile,
I only remember the hurt. And guess what. It's never going to go away.
I can paint a picture in my mind of all the times you've hurt me, and these pictures are so vivid.
I try not to think about it - I try not to think about you - but I can't succeed.
How can we be perfect for each other if all we do is argue?
But how can we part if all we can do is think of each other?
So like I said, hurt me. Throw things. Scream at me.
Threaten to leave when you don't get your way.
It's okay. I will always love you, but I will never forget.
All those things you do put a mark on my heart.
And last time I checked, permanent marker doesn't come out easy.