I hate you because I hate to love you
For you love me, even though I hate myself
You just don't think that I love to hate you
And I also hate how the hell you could love yourself
While still around me
I swear I'll hurt you!
Hate me like the rest of them!
Is that understood? Is it not clear?
Do you hate me now?"
Of course not
Because you love me
You love my flaws as I hate my all
You love how me, the Epitome of Hate
holds hands with you on the bus to school
I hate school and hate holding hands
But you love hand-to-hand contact
For your the Epitome of Love
And you love massaging the lines on my palm
You really love that I glare at you,
but don't pull back my hand.
I hate to be alone
And if there is one thing you hate,
it's that you'll hate for me to be without love
You tell me you hate to be alone
You hate school. You hate yourself except in
These moments where we hold hands
I don't understand.
It's not really clear.
I clench my teeth.
"Why don't you hate me?"
Maybe it's clear that I'm your Epitome of Love
But there's plenty of things I don't love
(actually hate, even)
And I what I hate the most is
"I would hate for you to be without love, too."
So, is it that you hate me because you hate to love me
For I love you, even though you hate yourself?
Then suddenly, we kiss
And I can't tell the difference