I hate that you make feel angry,
I hate that you make feel confused,
I hate that seeing you, excites me with joy
I hate that your hair is flowy and silky soft.
I hate that you make me flushed pink,
I hate that I can’t vocalize a word.
I hate that for one day I say I’ll get over you,
and yet the next day I’ll be squealing
at the thought of you.
I hate that I want to get to you know,
I hate that I can’t get close to you,
I hate that I want to know the things you like
And the things that you dislike too.
I hate that I have a self conflict
because of you.
But I can’t help to think about you
because I love everything about you
even your human flaws and errors.
I love that you can dance so freely,
I love that your smile can brighten my world,
I love that your so nice to others
I love how you dress so comfortable.
I love that your not like other people,
I love that you’re smart and mysterious
I love that you’re a good weird,
that makes me want to know more.
I love that your closed but open at times,
I love that your voice is soothing and calming,
I love that you get to think about nothing
when I’m struggling to grasp my own world.
But I can’t help to think what the future holds.
I can’t help but feel conflicted…
between hate and love?