I am human, and you are merciful. Call me crazy, but I think that means, regardless what I'm about to say, you will forgive me, and not strike me to death with lightening before I take my next breath.
Considering what I'm about to say, I'd peg lightening as the favorable alternative.
First of all, I'm furious. Absolutely furious.
I let you steal my heart. I let you in. I let you trick me with your fancy words and nice feelings.
You can have your "gift" back. I don't want it. I hate it. I despise it.
Consider it self control that I'm keeping myself from saying something I regret.
Who am I to say that I hate you?