Burning Roses

18|I hate...

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I hate the way your eyes used to twinkle when I finally looked up from my books. I wish I had stuck to the plan; to pretend like I didnt care about you. I hate the way your hair was so soft. I hate how you sneezed, like a cute little bunny. So small and so innocent.  I hate the way your lips used to quirk up, on the left side first, then slowly on the right. I hate how I know how your lips feel, and how I crave for them. I hate how you look at me now, it isn't at all how you looked at me before. Like I mean absolutely nothing, like what we said and did was absolutely nothing.  I hate how you used me. How you sacrificed me like you sacrifice the knight everytime we played chess. I hate when you look at me now, my ears start to burn and my face goes pale. I hate how I used to have butterflies at the sight of you. How I could feel them swarming in my belly. I hate how you act like it didn't even happen. Like we never even met. I hate that when I see you in the halls, I stop. And I hate how you ruin my conversations with your presence. I hate that I have to force myself from looking away from you. I hate how much I want to be by your side, holding your hand. I hate that I like to think that your thinking about me. When really, you're the only one invading my thoughts. I hate that I still order extra butterbeer because you would drink mine. I hate that I have to force myself to walk in the other direction. When I hear you talking to someone else I hate how our persistent bickering dosen't even exist anymore.  I hate how I couldn't sleep because my mind kept on going back to you. I hate that I smile while I write this, it makes me want to destroy everything in my path. And I hate that I know that you'll be the only one able to stop me.