One meaningless sorry, is all i get from all this grief,
His emotion comes and goes, as when he pleases,
I could spit on him and in the same moment hold him close,
Like the gentle flower in amongst the breezes.
I swore to him i hate him, but i love him eternally,
Its really that i hate what he has done,
^^^ what 'he' has done, is all that he has to vouche for who he is...

But i'll never have enough courage to up and leave he.
I know in my soul that he's the one.
these lines contradict each other in the worst way... disgusting display.

If this poem is a personal one, I pity you and urge you to examine yourself logically. And suggest you listen to your first half rather than the last. The ideas, images and content of most of the piece is good... from an impersonal level it describes the feelings very well.
You put forth an image of a girl completely destructed.... the last two lines don't work because in writing you still must have a sense of truth. It comes across more as as a misunderstood contradiction rather than juxtaposition with a purpose.

my last suggestion is to proofread.

.peace.

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