I hate that when you love me, for you it means nothing.
To me it means the world.
I hate that you watch me move forward,
and still you wish to stay in one place.
I hate that I can't imagine leaving you.
I hate that I still smell you on my skin.
I hate even more that I can't convince myself to scrub you off.
You hate my art.
I hate your attitude.
I hate that I want to hurt you,
almost as much as I hate that I can't.
I hate that you matter to me
less than I hate that you don't matter to yourself.
I love how you hold me;
it's like everything is in your arms.
I love how you look at me
but hate that it's because you think I'm not watching.
All these things I hate are in the one person,
and yet I've never loved anyone more.
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