I hate you.
I hate the way you are always better than me at everything, yet remain uncaring, an emotionless abyss.
I hate you.
I hate how you always remain in your shell, your shelter, protecting you from the terrible things in life everyone else must learn to bear with.
I hate you.
I hate how your hair gently carresses your cheeks and how your coal colored eyes slightly widen when I slam you against the wall, filled with rage.
I hate you.
I hate how you are such a contradiction, your demenor being cold and steely, yet your lips being warm and lavashing when pressed up against my own.
I hate you.
I hate how after I leave, I can't help but feel empty, craving more with every fibre of my being, yet rejecting the feeling and pushing it to the back of my mind, unsuccessfuly, I might add.
I hate you.
I hate how the next day, you act completely unaffected while I remain an emotional wreck, completley out of my mind.
I hate how you make me feel like this.
Near... I hate how you make me love you.