I hate you,
is what I tell myself.
I hate you.
As you walk by, silent
I hate you,
when your shoulder hits mine.
I hate you.
When all you can say is "I'm sorry", meekly.
I hate you,
for making me mourn alone
I hate you,
for leavig me to suffer.
I hate you,
for giving me hope.
I hate you,
for making me feel this way.
I hate you.
Thats what I tell myself as your eyes meet mine.
I hate you.
Except,
I don't.
