Hate

I hate you,

I hate how you
make my heart
speed up every time I see you,
I hate how you
make my stomach
get butterflies when you touch me,
I hate how your
sweet scent trails
behind you when you wisp past me.

I hate you.

                        I hate that you

            don’t see what you

do to me,
I hate that you

            don’t care that I

     cry myself to sleep

sometimes because of you,

                        I hate that you

            are so selfish that you

can’t see the hurt and pain that

you forced upon me.

            But most of all,
I hate, that I can’t hate you.

Samantha L. Dvorak