I hate you,

is what I tell myself.

I hate you.

As you walk by, silent

I hate you,

when your shoulder hits mine.

I hate you.

When all you can say is "I'm sorry", meekly.

I hate you,

for making me mourn alone

I hate you,

for leavig me to suffer.

I hate you,

for giving me hope.

I hate you,

for making me feel this way.

I hate you.

Thats what I tell myself as your eyes meet mine.

I hate you.

Except,

I don't.