Feelings that I hide.

I hate.

I hate that blue shirt you use. Buttons down and your new black jeans.

I hate that crooked smile you have. Crooked teeth and lighting up the place.

I hate the way you drive your car down the boulevard. While I sing to you.

I hate the way you write. Sometimes you take too long and sometimes you don't.

I hate the way you are in my thoughts. And how I never stopped thinking of you.

I hate how you appear in my dreams. We meet in long conversations about us.

I hate how much I love you and how you are the only one I truly care about.

I hate how I don't hate these things, even though I love that I don't hate them.