I hate your touch and your smile.
Wicked little creature.
I hate your blue eyes and brown hair.
Sinful hate filled liar.
I hate your voice and your scent.
I hate you everything you do for what you did.
But we loved and touched, smiled, talked and connected physically.
You lied about our moments spend,
you can't look me in the eyes.
You lead me on and stole my youth,
but don't have the nerve to speak to me now.
I hate your beauty and your thievery;
but loved the way you made me fill.
I hate that you now do the same to another girl;
your lies blind her.
I hate the diseases you carry;
love the infection you gave.
I love you and can't let go,
hate because I’m smarter than this.
I hate this poem because I think of you with every word...
Your eyes, your smile, your hair, your skin, and your kiss.
Most of all...
I love you for the time we had.
I hate you because you don't want me now.