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***This isn't really a poem, but it's just all of my feelings for him that have been bottled up that I wrote down in no particular order... ***

I hate life. I hate myself. I love you. I want you to love me. I want you to notice me. I hate the way I don’t hate you… I want love. I want you. I want you to want me. Talking to you makes my day. I’m scared of you. I’ve never felt this way before. I’m scared I will love you forever and you’ll never even want me. You drive me crazy but I love it. I love everything about you. Well, almost. I hate the way you look at me… or don’t look at me… and the way I look at you. I want you to see me in the same way that I see you. I’m perfectly fine being your friend. In fact, I love it. But when I’m around you I hate myself for not being good enough. For not being good enough to be somebody’s everything. I hate the way you act like you don’t care. I hate the way everyone loves you. I hate the way no one loves me. I want to hold you. I want you to want to hold me. I want you to know what it feels like when you love someone who doesn’t love you back. I want you to need me. I need you.