The way

The way you look at me

The way you love me

The way you smell so God damn good

The way you hold me and

The way you make me feel

Makes me sick

I hate you, I hate the things you say, the things you do

I hate you for making me feel special, needed

For making me feel good about myself

For making me dream endless dreams about you

For making me a better person and

I hate you, for making me love you