I hate your laugh, I hate your smile.
I should have guessed, this would only last a while.
I hate the color of your eyes, and the shimmer in your hair, and the way my heart jumped when I saw you over there.
I hate your stupid friends and the smell of your cologne, and the way I felt when you left me all alone.
I hate how I still think about you, every night and day, and how I still pray every night, that it hadn't ended that way.
I'll get over you eventually, all you have to do is wait, but until then the only thing I can feel for you, is a small word called hate.