You remind me of death.
But not the kind that
people began to
romanticize.

You remind me of a
dying phone
battery since you're
always counting
down.

Or the decrease in points
at a tournament that
I never win
because you're on
the team who
won.

You also remind me of
the decrease
in light on a
cloudy day so
there's no beautiful
sunset to
admire.

You remind me of yourself.
Cold, bleak, hateful, and
shameful of your
previous mistakes.

But besides all this,
I still find time to
admire you and
find time to
fall for you,
even when we
hate each other.