Love but Hate

I love your hazelnut eyes. How they glisten in the light. I love that if I stare for too long it feels like I'm falling into you. I love when it wavers, when it glosses over when you're sad. 

But 

I hate how it turns shades when you're angry. I hate when their not looking at me, when their ashamed of me. I hate when their expressionless, when they have no answer. I hate when I want to fall yet they block me, they deny me. 

But

I love your lips. Their plump, tan, and smooth. Their comforting and delicious. They can spread ear to ear, showing off your wonderful smile. Their charming and whispers great stories. 

But

I hate when their rough, when you've bitten them from being too nervous. I hate when their bleeding, when their chapped. I hate when you grimace, when you frown at me. I'd rather you shake your fist in anger, then give me that displeasing look. 

But

I love your personality. It shines brighter than the sun and pulls everyone in. Your an extrovert with introvert tendencies. Your caring, sensual, and understanding. Your a leader even if you doubt yourself and aim to please anyone and everyone. 

But

I hate that you don't see this part of you. I hate that you doubt yourself. I hate that you throw yourself under the bus when it wasn't your fault. I hate how petty you can be. I hate how selfish you can be. You're dense, unbearable, undermining, and egotistical. 

But 

I love you all the same. 

Reviews

[Tough on paint]

The struggle is real. The pros and cons, and the overpowering "I love you all the same" lovely and heart felt.