Wanting Her

I hate that I feel this way. I hate that I like the way his eyes rake over my body when we're alone. I hate that I like the way all his clothes fit so perfectly. Hate that I want to rip those clothes off so bad. Hate that he caused me pain. Hate that he's the reason why I'm here. Hate that he took everything away. Hate that despite all this I still want him as badly as I wanted him that night in his car. I fucking hate the way I want him.