your endless complaint
the way you look at
me
what you say
and what you don t
the way you breath
how you read
how you walk and
drink your
tea
your lack of hate
your petty hates
the way you make
me
hate
you
your music
poetry
your loves
clothes
your past
acquaintances
but mostly
and i say with
infinite regrets
(but to true)-
the way in which
i
love
you..