You. A collection of words with meaningless meanings.

I hate you.

I hate you.
No, I can't do that.
You're amazing.
You're amazing.
You're amazing.
It's amazing,
That's all I can think!
I'll tell you why in a blink...
I promise...

I promise.
But what's a promise?
A promise is a goal that I set for myself,
One for me to follow,
And you to expect.

Sorry, I'm just drunk...
Drunk on Louvre,
Cause love is art,
Just like you,

Your smile,
Your hair,
Your complacent grins,
Your mindless stares,
They speak to me.

It's kind of funny actually,
They speak in the way that I don't to you.
Similar to why I've shown this to you,
But at least I'll wait here to see it through!

Only because I ____ you.
I hate you.
No, don't take that the wrong way.
I don't hate you,
I hate that someone can make me love.
I hate that people have so much power,
Like your presence over my mind.
I hate that whenever I think,
You're the only subject that I find.
But I'd fail math any day for you,
Cause you're worth way more than 2+2,
Or 3+3 or 4+4,
You're not just my mind, but my core.

You make me happy.
There, I said it.
Happy?

I hope the feeling is mutual.
Because happiness suits you well.
Your smile conveys a picture of beauty.
Your hair is strands of dreams,
I don't know if you're a foodie,
But please digest what all this means...

I like you.

Thank you for reading this, I don't need your acceptance, I just need you to know. I hope you feel the same way, but I can't force love, so just tell me what your heart is saying and we can go from there, even if that means separate ways. If it's a no, then I'll still be here to try and make you happy. If it's a yes, then please tell me and make my year.