Hating

I hate knowing that you have somewhere better to be,
you always have somebody to meet,
or somebody to see,
why cant you at least pretend to be happy to be with me,

You know I care about you oh so very much,
and that no matter how rude you are,
I would always look past it,
and even if I tried running I wouldn't get far,

I hate the way you mock me,
and call me a dumb blonde,
then you just simply kiss me,
and we are back to having that special bond,

I hate it when you dont call me,
you wait days before I call you,
then you just say you forgot,
and tell me you had better things to do,

I hate it that I need you,
after one lonely night,
there is just so much lust between us,
I'm not living unless you hold me tight,

I hate most of all,
the way I could never get over you,
I've tried so many times before,
yet the feeling of want to feel you is nothing new.