I take back every secret I told you
and all the laughs we ever shared. I really
don't even like you that much. I don't
like your perfect white smile or
your honest eyes. I can't stand looking at
your rosy lips or your towering shadow
next to mine.
But most of all I hate how you look
at me because I know it will
never be with the same passion
I have for you. I can't stand trying to
convince myself against my love for you.
It's easier not to care, but it still hurts to hate.