in response to your childish hate poem (not finished)

you write poems, well he writes songs
you thought i wouldn't, hell you were wrong!
save your hate poems for someone who cares
i got a new one, he writes love songs for nightmares

your rules are for breaking
i just hope that they don't break me
cause your hate words aren't hurting
and your hurt words don't hate me

you gave me tears, he gave me a mixed cd
you gave me fears, he gave me bad memories
in the end it didn't turn out very well
as long as we're both miserable your grimace makes me smile