Disclaimer: nothing owned, nothing gained. Don’t sue.

Warnings: uhm…too much hate?

Notes: this is not exactly my idea of a first YnM fic. I originally wanted to write an actual story, but this is all I can come up with. Actually…this came forth from a line I used in this story I was writing (my supposedly first fic). Uhm…this does not particularly refer to any part of the series. Just something random. Besides, I haven’t seen the whole thing yet, so to those who have, just apply it where it fits. ^_^;; Anyway…hope you guys like this…oi, remember. This is my first time, so be gentle. *blush*

I Hate You

I hate you.

I hate it when you smile at me, so charming and inviting.

I hate it when you hug me, or touch me, like you actually care.

I hate the way you look at me, like you can see to the depths of my soul.

I hate you for the times when all I can think about is you.

I hate it how you can make me feel, anything but anger.

I hate how you make me think, anything but paranoia.

I hate you for always trying to save me.

I hate the way I always seek you out first, whenever I enter the room—any room.

I hate it how I can never get enough of your emotions, going through my veins.

I hate how you made me care.

I hate myself for caring.

I hate this.

You’re not here, I’m looking for you, and I hate myself for it.

I hate the fact that I can’t pinpoint the exact moment that you pierced my heart and refused to let go.

I hate the fact that I seem to like it that way.

Most of all…

I hate you…

I hate you for breaking my heart.

You said you’d never leave me, but where are you now?

Partners, right? Why’d you leave me?

I hate you so much because you’re the only person I loved and there’s no damn thing I can do about it.

I hate you. I love you. Where the hell are you?

Come back…

Come back…for me.

AN: I know it seems random, but they’re thoughts. Thoughts are random. So…yeah. Tell me how much you hate it (no pun intended). It’s that cute button on the lower left…yep, that.