I hate how I can't erase you.
I hate how I feel like I'm able to move on, and then you come up again.
I hate how I still think about how happy you made me.
I hate how I'm still attracted to you.
I hate how you cross my mind.
I hate how you kill me inside, but I don't mind it.
I hate how you smile, and how it makes me melt.
I hate your voice, and how calm it is.
I hate your eyes, and how gorgeous they are.
I hate how I hate you.
I hate how I want to leave you behind.
I hate how I try to make you move on too.
But most of all, I hate how I still love you..
1 comment:
these kind of boy situations are poop munchers.
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