"she's a 10....but"

She's a 10......but"

You say I'm a 10 then why you add that "but"
You say I'm all you want, then Why do you ask for me to change.

You compliment my curves, that look of yours makes me insecure if the only thing you love are my curves

You assure to be till the end, the next moment you ask who am I?

You make me happy, then sad and angry, and ask what your fault was.

You made me love myself and now it's you again who is making me hate myself.

Those sweet lies hiding the bitter truth, are painfully beautiful.

For a moment you give all the warmth I crave the next second you abandon me.

You say, you can't get enough me, then don't even look at me.

For a moment you understand me so well, when I start getting comfortable you call me silly and childish

If I'm a 10....why do you make me feel like 0.
Where's the string of affection?
Why can't i feel it?
Making me regret every second.
What did I see in you to get attached?