i love you
very much
i told you thousands of times already
it was never a secret
but i don't like this
i don't like loving you
to depend on you
i don't like how you don't love me
and i don't like how you only use me when things get hard
i don't like you in general
you're the kind of person that i hate
you have all the criteria of someone that i woudn't mind if was dead or if was arrested
someone that i woudn't even get close to
or would be friends with
i woudn't even look into your eyes
the type that i abhor and avoid at all costs
and maybe it's fair that i don't like you
but i can't not love you
and i hate that too
so here is one more thing that i hate:
i hate that i hate you more than i love you, because it's not enough for me to move away
so, actually, with that i have other thousands of things that i hate
and in the end i think i only hate myself for loving you alone
and i don't even care about it
i just keep loving
YOU ARE READING
encore en vie
Poetrythe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
