Hater
I super
hate you.
Honestly, I
don’t know what’s with you that make me so much drawn to you. Maybe, your
weirdness is the same wavelength as mine. Maybe, your unpredictable nature
baffles me to my excitement. Maybe, your way of showing how you like me is
unconventional and I find it interesting.
I hate you.
I hate your
guts. Feeling like you’re so sure of yourself. Like, I am that faithful. Hear
this out. Maybe one day I’d realize completely that you aren’t the one for me
or perhaps I am realizing that now. Maybe one day I’d wake up smiling over
someone’s memory. Maybe one day, I’d realize how lame I am to have liked you in
the first place. Maybe one day, you’ll just become part of my thoughts, a
flashback of good times- young, wild and free to like, or love!
I hate you
because you make me feel as though I can take everything. I hate you because I
never knew I am capable of enduring. I hate you because all my friends are
screaming No and I seem to agree, but in the end, my heart still says Yes. I
hate you because you’re too charming that it’s impossible for other women not
to notice. I hate you because no matter how I tried to erase you out from my
system, I’m missing you all the more. I hate you because there are guys who
want me to notice them but in the end, I still see you in them.
I really
hate you because I really like you and I hate it.
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