I hate love

I think this poem is pretty self-explanatory...

I hate love.

I hate love because I get the butterflies in my stomach whenever I see him.

I hate love because my heartbeat quickens at the sound of his voice.

I hate love because I feel like melting when he hugs me.

I hate love because I don’t know when it’s ok to casually say “I love you” to him anymore.

I hate love because it’s confusing.

I hate love because I oftentimes confuse it for hate.

I hate love because I don’t understand it, and therefore don’t truly know how I feel.

I hate love because I hate feeling bipolar: “He’s a terrible person.” Yet, “He’s the best thing since…ever.”
I hate love because it’s contradicting.

I hate love because I hate how hearing his name can both cheer me up and shoot me down.

I hate love because it started out great, then crushed me from the inside out later.

I hate love because I can’t sleep anymore, and when I do I only wake up crying.

I hate love because I hate dreaming about him then waking up alone.

I hate love because it doesn’t matter if the dreams about him are good or bad " they both hurt.

I hate love because it just sucks the energy right out of me.

I hate love because I cry a lot more now.
I hate love because I hate feeling this weak.

I hate love because I hate admitting I’ve gone soft.

I hate love because every time I tell myself I’m going cold, I see him and my emotions run wild.

I hate love because I have a lot more trust issues now.

I hate love because love lately has nothing but negative connotations.

I hate love because I wish I could smile a genuine smile again, and it hurts to know I can’t.
I hate love because I wish I could be truly happy, and it hurts to know I can’t be.

I hate love because it triggers my depression.

I hate love because I hate feeling pathetic.

I hate love because I hate feeling ugly.

I hate love because I hate feeling disgusting.

I hate love because I hate feeling worthless.

I hate love because I hate feeling sad.

I hate love because I hate feeling invisible.

I hate love because I hate feeling like the best I can be is second best.

I hate love because it makes me feel like a constant downer.

I hate love because I hate feeling like I’m being too obsessive at the same time as not loving enough.

I hate love because it makes me feel all these emotions at once and more, but never are they positive.

I hate love because I both want to forget everything and cling to the memories of him.

I hate love because I hate how thinking of the good times we had makes the pain worse.

I hate love because what used to make me happy only makes me sad now.

I hate love because I hate how seeing him kills me, but being away from him kills me as well.

I hate love because just being friends is never enough for me, yet a relationship with him isn’t an option.

I hate love because even if a relationship with him was an option, I’d be too scared to take it.

I hate love because I’ll never have another chance; I ruined my first one.

I hate love because I know I’ll never have a chance, but I can’t help but hope that maybe I’m wrong.

I hate love because the only thing I can do about it is write these crappy poems and hope he reads them.

I hate love because I hate hoping he’ll read my poems just as much as I hope he won’t.

I hate love because I hate when he does read them and all they do is piss him off.

I hate love because I hate blaming myself for how he feels, regardless of if it’s my fault or not.

I hate love because I hate hating myself.

I hate love because I hate blaming myself for what he did to me.

I hate love because I hate knowing what I did wrong and being unable to fix it.

I hate love because I never regret anything except the things I did wrong to him.

I hate love because I hate wondering if his life would be better without me in it.

I hate love because as little as I want to die, I contemplate suicide at least once a day.

I hate love because I hate knowing that I’m willing to die for him and he’s not willing to die for me.

I hate love because it makes me question my every action with: “Will he take this the wrong way?”

I hate love because hurting him is the last thing I want to do, yet I wish karma gets him at the same time.

I hate love because even though I want karma to hit him, I just die at the thought of him being unhappy.

I hate love because he’s all I think about, but she’s all he thinks about.

I hate love because song lyrics about break ups strike my very soul now.

I hate love because I hate feeling tears roll down my cheeks simply because I played one of these songs.

I hate love because I hate my parents trying to give me advice from an adult’s perspective, not my own.

I hate love because even though I know I’m not alone, I feel as though I am; that nobody understands.

I hate love because I hate admitting to jealousy and envy rather than being happy with what I have.

I hate love because being in love is killing me inside yet keeping me alive.

I hate love because I try and try to just get over him, but this only makes the pain worse.

I hate love because everyone tells me to give up and move on without realizing I simply can’t.

I hate love because now that I’m in love, everyone around me is giving up on me one by one.

I hate love because it’s driving me more and more insane every passing day.

I hate love because I don’t know what to do about my situation.

I hate love because whenever I think I know what to do, I take action and it only makes matters worse.

I hate love because I hate the physical pain in my chest that strikes every time I see him.

I hate love because I hate not being able to breathe when I’m in the same room as him for too long.

I hate love because it causes me physical pain on top of emotional.

I hate love because it inflicted me with the worst damage ever, and these wounds will never heal.

I hate love because he’s got me wrapped around his finger, and he knows it.

I hate love because he can toy with my heart all he wants and I can’t do a thing about it.

I hate love because I hate knowing that he could do anything to me and I’d still love him.

I hate love because I’d wait forever for him, and he’ll make me wait that long.

I hate love because I can’t stop loving him.

I hate love because he doesn’t care for me the same way I care for him.

I hate love because I hate the cliché “I love you enough to let you go.”

I hate love because I hate how after all I did for him, he repays me with scorn.

I hate love because love hates me…or at least he does.

Author's Note

PICTURE NOT BY ME.