long echo
I hate you.
I hate the way you laugh at me,
Like I am merely a jester in your court.
I hate the way that you look through me,
Not seeing me for who I truly am.
I hate the way your plush lips curl into
A sneer when you come near me,
I hate the way your hair glints in the sunlight,
And hate to wonder how it would feel to my touch.
But,
I hate that you make me lose control.
I hate, that I would fight you just
To be able to touch you,
I hate that I dream about you every night.
And In those dream, your lips finally,
Willingly meet mine, and I can feel
Pleasure from your touch.
I hate that this will never happen in reality,
And I hate that I want it too.
I hate how a glance from your
Heart-throb eyes turn my skin pink,
And that a glance from my eyes
Screws your face in disgust.
I hate how much I have to pretend,
We talk about you so much,
I always strive to show them all,
That no one can hate you more than I do.
I insult you and spit when I saw your name,
I laugh and point out all your flaws.
I try not to look at you
When they are around.
I hate that most times, I cannot help myself,
They all think I like her instead,
And sometimes I wonder if she hates me like I do to you,
Hating me for everything that cannot be.
Even if she does, she cannot feel as much
Love as I do.
Noone feels this hatred, pain, and sadness.
Could you ever feel the same way about me?
I should not even ask.
Of course you could not.
You are too cold,
Too arrogant,
You do not burn with passion,
Especially for someone like me,
Someone you hate.
I have learnt their can be different kinds of hatred,
Hatred you bear have for me,
Hatred that is directed from us to you,
And the hatred I have at you,
Which is so much like something else.
I hate that you have made me love you.
slim ocean