I Hate It

Please don´t let me feel this way

I love a lot of things. Just not when it comes to you. 

In fact- I feel the opposite. I really do. Girls can think you´re fine and just right. But, not I. 

Your stupid blue eyes hate me, your smile is always fake. I hate it when you look at me, and the way my head goes off base. I hate how you can just pretend like everything is okay.

When I can't help but feel I'm petrified when things come, and go away. 

I hate it when you look at her, and like you're all that. And hate it when she laughs with you, like a weasely little brat. I hate myself for thinking this, I really do...

But- If I hate you with her- then is my hatred true? 

I hate it when you make me smile, I hate it when you make me laugh. And I hate just when we get close, you begin to think of the past. 

I hate it when I look at you, and cannot help but sigh. I hate it that she didn't kiss you when she said goodbye. I hate it how she used you, and now you pretend it's alright. 

But I promise I'm not like her, not even in the slightest. 

I hate that you won't give me a chance, I hate how I fight this. 

But really this hate isn't for you- it's for me. 

And how I am so cowardly, pushing all of my hate on you... So I can fight what is true.