3 AM

You

I adored you. But at one point, I couldn't stand you.
You never did anything right. The hole in your skull, your mouth, would crack open, utter words I could care less about. Annoying the depths of my soul, boiling my black blood into tar. Constantly I'd inform the first person my optics made contact with about my distaste for you. Just seeing your face made me want to dismember myself piece by bloody piece. Sadly, one day to my dismay, I had to endure an entire diner with you. My worst nightmare had come true. Surrounded by blessings, yet sitting too close to you for my liking, not a word slipped from my lips. I didn't even bother to look at you. You didn't exist. Until, I made a joke towards you. Did the weed I smelt coming in cause me to get high? What the hell was I thinking? This was the girl I couldn't stand. Eh. Who knows. The tables just turned. Yeah, I still think I was on something that night because my hatred for you grew into something good. No, greater than good. A switch just flipped on. We built something out of my hatred, something. I found out we had the same kind of humor, both full of life the more I got to know you. That deathly obnoxious mouth, become something I loved to hear. Your voice was dopamine. But when I'd open that mouth of mine too, all hell broke loose, the glorious side of hell. We became, something. I started to fall for you.
Did you feel the same?
Who knows, I pushed the feelings away.
I constantly got teased for the way my heart spoke your name, especially when you were around.
I hated it.
Even so, I didn't care. Didn't care who was around, my hands would touch your body in ways they shouldn't of, especially at work. And when your shift was over, I walked you to your car. Your lips were serenity when you first kissed me in the front seat. That salad you were eating before though, I think there was still some ranch on your lips, cause you got some on me. I just couldn't help but wonder:
Did you feel the same?
Who knows, I didn't even want to admit my feelings to myself.
But guess what?
I did.
Those feelings existed and, I told
You.