Undead

My love for you is like a cockroach
I stomp on it and think it's dead
But it's tenacious
And when I lift my foot it scuttles behind the fridge

My love for you is like a patch of nettles
No matter how many times I chop it back
And dig up its roots
It grows back again
Stinging and shading out anything else I try to grow

My love for you is like the rat 

That Jon shot at close range with the air rifle 
The only rat stupid enough
To get caught in the trap
But even after being shot
It would not die
And might have crawled away had we not drowned it in the big bucket