Hate

OK, how i hate you

For making me want you so.

How I hate myself

For being so weak.

How I hate your tempting glances

.. or worse yet; your ignorance.

How I hale my effort

How i hate what you bring out in me,

And your effortless magnetism.

How i hate the things i do for you

To wake your desire.

How i hate the all devouring

Solitude that your smile transposes.

How i hate the fact

You could have whom ever you want.

How I hate the way

You make me wish i was among those.

How i hate your exquisite taste,

Your sleekness and grace.

How I hate my lack thereof,

And the longing to match you.

How I hate you stir in me.

I'd die for you, you know.

How I hate the irony.

Insane that this is love.