Still

I hate that you looked Into my eyes and saw so much. I hate that you never Stood up for yourself. I hate that I felt So warm with just one touch. I hate that you were The first to think I was lovely. I hate that Mistletoe, French fries, Those songs, And friendly brown eyes All remind me of you. I hate remembering What we don't have. I hate giving a hug Just to find that You're not there. I hate it when You don't tell a joke, But I still laugh. I hate that I never forgot The feel of your soft hair. There's nothing like it. I hate that I still cry Because I cannot kiss you. I hate that you Are out of my reach. I hate that I hate myself For still missing you. I hate that I still love you.