hate is a weird word

date written: June 26, 2015

I hate the way you compare our relationship to that of your friends. 
I hate the way you think it’s okay to do whatever you please. 
I hate the way you don’t listen, and how stubborn you are. 
I hate the way you get angry so easily. 
I hate the way you do things, even though you know they upset me. 
I hate when you hide things from me. 
I hate when you’re with her. 
but what I hate the most?
I hate the way that I can’t stay mad.
I hate the way your hands caress every curve of my body perfectly. 
I hate the way your skin feels. 
I hate the way your lips kiss away the pain. 
I hate the way your eyes look at me in a way I’ve never been gazed at before. 
I hate the way I always love your hair. 
I hate the way you smell like you’re fresh out of a men’s fragrance commercial. 
I hate the way you hold me, an how everything seems okay. 
I hate the way you make me smile, and forget everything that makes me angry. 
I don’t hate you.