I hate you
For the mellow smile that lingers on your lips after our fights

I hate you
For the faint scent of November that clings onto your shirt every Saturday night

I hate you
For the arrogance of your elegant hands every time you hold me

Why can't you be like to me for once?
Why do you have to be wonderful, so high?
I'm so insecure
So insecure of your laughter
Of your lively eyes
That I don't really know what I might do
If you were to go away, if you were to die.