Malo Cantarous

You speak me
                Worst among
                  Your freinds
              And to familiarity
                 Among mine
                   I desire you
                 In appreaction
                   To have you
                treat me unkind
              I restore the trust
             We need to merely
                     Get along
                But of love to me
                  You complicate
              To speak everything
                   I do as wrong
               you worsted things
                  To compliment
              The efforts of my foe
                You labor to satisfy
           Any portion of my needs
              You wish to become
               My Enemy to have
                 Excuse for you to
                            Leave