I HATE PETER WHO IS THERE

Peter,
Why do you do this to me.
I barely know you, But the charms come at me like lightening.
The music i listen to for you, the things i say for you, What i write for you.
Every word is for you.
But the bullshit you put me through everyday, it makes me think that god was never on my side.
I quit searching once i realized i never had a chance to find what was never there.
I look again.
Your there.
Magic.