I love you,
and I hate you too.
I love when you text,
but I hate when you
don't call me at all.
I love when we slowly
unite our hands.
I hate it when I gaze down
and I sadly recognize the spot
where your hand once was.
I love smelling my clothes-
your Polo cologne aroma still
penetrated in them. As your
delightful smell reaches my nose,
memories of colorful sunsets we
shared shoot directly to my mind.
I hate inhaling you
on my clothes because it's as if
I can touch your soft face.
I feel heartsick.
I love when your lips form
those three words
that make me tremble "I love you"
I hate when you leave
my side and abandon me
in a strange place where
nothing makes sense if you're not there.
I love you,
and I hate you too.
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